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[Gabriel]

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Fallen_Prophecy Wanted what was his, and that was God's love. And he still had it, if truth be told. But he didn't have all of it like he wanted. He, who had sang the first hymn. He, he had announced to Mary, who it was, that she was expecting. He, who had told Jesus that Jesus was to die for the sins of the human race, and was to be crucified. All of this he had done, and look where it had gotten him. Among humans, once again. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Because of his own jealously, and nobody else, except maybe the humans themselves, could be blamed for this, but him. This is what had he been mulling over since he had come downstairs, woken up from the warm bed, pulled his long, black coat on, and sat down in his chair. Here he had remained throughout most of the morning, and here he was still, even as the minutes ticked into the afternoon. Doubting that he would move from the chair. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Or move to anywhere else, for that matter. He had no reason to. If he sat in the chair, as bored as he was, he at least wasn't tempted to harm the humans.. much. Not as much as he would have if he were wandering through the tavern, and spoke to a few people. Then he would go as far as to question God on why he had created some of the dumbest people, and what their purpose on this plane of exsistance was. Must'nt do that right now. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy The more he tempted himself to hurt them, and yes, even kill them, he was setting himself back further from going home, to heaven, where he felt that his place was. His place, surely, wasn't to sit among the humans day after day, and live like them, and have to do the things that they had to do. Eating was something he did because it amused him, that wasn't one of the things that he had to do. Now that you mention it, actually. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Hadn't a lot that he had to do, except maybe rest his eyes every once in a while. Sleeping meant that his concious mind could forget how home-sick he was in his heart, and how much he hated the humans. The hatred burned up in the back of his eyes, setting his heart a flame. Making his fingers curl and crack, as he restrained himself from beating every single human that he came upon until they ceased to move. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Sighing, he knew and remembered that he could not do that, that he had to behave, or he was going to be stuck here until he tried to end his own life, which would cause God to send him back again, as many times as it took, to learn his lesson. Should be able to learn the lesson at home, locked somewhere, rather than look at all the humans that he currently saw, and say everyday. Still, he supposed that it could be worse. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Right? He could either be where he was now, around the humans, or.. he could be burning in the firey pits of hell for all eternity, with no hope of ever going home. Consoling himself with the fact that he had chosen to make a life for himself with humans around him, rather than blot out the small flame of hope that he would get to see heaven again. Looking up from his thoughts, the hazel left eye, and the blue right one, watched the room.
Orland_Divine_Doom Pushing past the doors of the building, an aroma of death flowed behind him. A bright silver light glowed through the otherwise dark iron mask as he glanced around. Speaking in some foreign tongue, she quickly moved past the entrance stepping on, and literally squishing the person in his way.<C>
Orland_Divine_Doom says, Lifting the foot from its position within the body, he cursed in what appeared to be broken English. Finally sitting at the bar, he spoke perfect English to the tender for a drink. Hands that were cracked and worn reached to the felt of his hood, pushing it back. As the hood fell, a head full of abrasions and scars rather than hair was easily<C>
Orland_Divine_Doom says, viewed. Why was he even here? How long had it been since he had been here? If he could remember correctly, it was during the mini-slaughter between himself and the other beings. Granted that day was interesting, yet did not serve as reason for him to appear within the building once more. Wrapping his fingers around the handle<C>
Orland_Divine_Doom says, f the glass, the water seeped into the dry cracks of the skin. Quickly he brought the glass to his lips and downed the entire thing, as if it was a shot. After having set the glass down, a general portion of the liquid content could be seen slipping from the chin of the iron mask. Within the moment, his neck began twist. Twisting to the point it began<C>
Orland_Divine_Doom says, to crack and pop the further it went. Finally, setting his eyes upon the patrons of the area. Such a pitiful place it was when these people were around. So many people that needed to be trained, or made into something useful. Luckily for them, his army was still quite large in size, and didn't need any new recruits. Watching the people for a<C>
Orland_Divine_Doom few moments, cause him to notice one of the men he had seen her the last visit. For now, he chose to sit silent, and let the being approach him. After all, he didn't want to seem like a friendly person. <E>
Psychotic_Ninja_Ferret says, >.>;
Fallen_Prophecy Really wished that more interesting things would happen when he was here. As soon as he left, did things pick up? Did fights break out in the corner, did people burst into flame for no reason at all? It wasn't very likely. He may have been ancient, but his hearing was quite exellent by itself, and he would have heard all of this happening, even if he had gotten a good distance away. Still, he wished in the back of his mind for something to happen. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy When his eyes came to rest on the form or Orland, the hope that had been brewing for some time now suddenly came into light again, had a little bit more promise to it. Orland was here, surely he couldn't get in trouble if Orland killed some humans? Might have to escort them to heaven or to hell, or he may call them back to their bodies and allow Orland to torture them all over again. Sure, they would be 'legally dead'. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy But who cares? They'd be able to feel every thing that Orland did to them, even though their bodies were supposed to be dead. Supposed, was the key word here. If he was going to be stuck here, with them, than he was going to have a little fun. Though it may stop him from going home sooner than he had wished, and that thought caused him to scowl, and his different colored eyes to flash dangerously. He didn't have any other choice. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Be good he must, whatever temptation came his way. "Resist temptation." The phrase came boredly into his mind, and he was too lazy to try and think up something else to make it go away. But he couldn't look at Orland, and then look away. Wasn't up to wrestling around on the ground with the being that was considerably larger than himself, and would probably be able to snap his neck, if Gabirel stopped to let his defense down. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Not that he'd let it happen, but there was a possibility of it in the back of his mind. Clasping his hands tightly in his lap, the fingers looking older than the earth itself. So much time had passed through them, had wrapped lovingly around the pale, strong fingers. And yet they were of little use where he was now. He couldn't do anything without there being a consequence to his actions. At this moment in time.. he really hated humans. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy He could not, on the other hand, completely ignore Orland, who had given a nod, which was better than ignornig him completely, and had shown that he at least acknowledged Gabriel. Gave a nod back, though his eyes remained dark, and storm clouds flashed behind his pupils. A candle stood on his table, and his eyes lowered to stare into the flames, giving him a frightening look to those around him. Screw what they thought. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy It didn't matter what they thought. It didn't matter what Gabriel thought. He was pushing himself into a bad mood, and the storm clouds threatening to take over his eyes showed all of that, but hid the darkest thoughts that he was harboring. Never would he voice them to anyone, and never would he act upon them. The latter would mean hell for sure, and he couldn't bare the thought of that at the moment. Lasping back into silence of body and mind.
Orland_Divine_Doom Quickly turning the other way, the glass was dropped to the floor with a crackle from within his throat. "Nothing but a lot o useless weaklings around here!" By now, he had attracted the attention of the majority of the patrons in the building. Not that he cared, they wouldn't say much to someone of his stature. Not when he had so easily stepped on one of <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom the patrons that crossed his path. Now that he thought of it, there were still human intestines on his boots. Glancing down a grunt slipped past his lips. Grasping the bloody intestines within his hands, he lifted it, and dropped it on the smooth counter of the bar. "This will look oddly familiar to you, if you don't keep the drinks coming!" he motioned to the bartender. <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom After the display left to the bartender, he whipped the human organ behind him, allowing drops of blood to dart in all directions. Looking down towards his hand, he noticed the blood that was beginning to soak the skin. Quickly solving the problem, he wiped his hand off on the patron next to him. "Don't mind me, and I wont mind that you're <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom giving me that foolish facial expression." Cackling once more, he reached his hand to the hilt of his broadsword. Lifting it, and quickly driving it through the first person to walk behind him. The sound of metal scraping past bone almost echoed within his hears, until the tip finally sank into the wood of the floor. "Just what I needed, a support for my back!" <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom Letting out a laugh once more, he glanced to the ceiling. " Doesn't anything eventful happen to you people? Or am I your excitement for the night?" Surely these people had someone, or something that they abused, watched, talked to, or whatever, for entertainment. Perhaps he would just have to start another mini-slaughter competition to get <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom the other being to cause some excitement. "I can hear you all talking, yet all I hear is: SLAUGHTER ME! SLAUGHTER ME!" Surely this would cause some of them to get in an uproar. Something had to break soon, or he would bring the entire building down. <E>
Fallen_Prophecy Kept his thoughts to himself, though he was on the verge of slapping the table and hugging his sides with laughter. Fear was always a fun emotion to cause, and to see displayed on people's faces. And since he wasn't the one going on a killing and yelling spree, he would not be the one who got in trouble for this. It was too perfect to last! But as long as it lasted, he was going to enjoy it with every fiber of his angelic and holy being. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Holy he tacked on at the end of the thought, just because he was somewhat still holy, no matter what he'd done wrong. Was still an angel, wasn't it? That should say it for everyone. His arms criss-crossed over his chest, and his eyes glittered with laughter that was held back. Came close to coughing, which would have set forth the laughter, but he stopped it from bursting out of his mouth, where the laughter would soon follow. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Lowered his eyes for a second, but when he heard Orland make a boom of a noise, he flicked them back up again, and looked over to the bar. Making it look like he was only looking because the noise had alerted his attention, and not because he was really interested in Orland's slayings. Folks looked over at him, as though he were to do something, but he shrugged his shoulders at them, and, when they turned away from him. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy He did the same to Orland, as though to say, "Oh well. Can't stop you. Continue, if you want." Which was his manner. He didn't seem either troubled or interested in the slayings, and he was playing this part to the tee. Did not think that he could get up and phsyically stop Orland, though he could probably come close. Doubted that Orland would listen to reason, let alone Gabriel, who was an Angel, but not half as strong as he had been. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy As a being went up along the aisle of chairs and tables, maybe to try and stop Orland, maybe just to get a drink, Gabriel yawned and stretched his foot out infront of the man's path, tripping him. Which was done with an innocent and polite air, raising his eyebrows with mock concern as the man came to a skidding halt on his stomach infront of Orland, just infront of his bloody boots, which still had specks of body parts in the soles of them. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Cocking his neck as he looked down at the man, who was frozen with fear, and could be not blamed for this. If Gabriel were a human, and on his stomach, infront of something that looked as though it could snap his neck like a twig, he imagined that he'd be scared as well, and probably trembling from head to toe. His voice was a squeak as he tried to sputter out an apology to Orland, and Gabriel boredly, half-heartidly, tried to stop it. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy "No, please, don't. Don't kill the human who is at your feet, and please don't think that I will not try to stop you. No, please." His voice was very dry and unconcerned when it came out, and if Orland had a sense of humor, it might just cause him to grin. It was obvious that Gabriel was not concerned, and wasn't going to waste his time and energy trying to save the human. If he had to, that would be a different story. But since he didn't have to..
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Orland_Divine_Doom Laughing he leaned the war torn head of his to the golden ball at the end of his sword. Leaning back for a moment just listing to the people bustle about in worry, and fear that he may slaughter them all. It was things like this that he lived for, fear. If he couldn't strike fear into someone, than they knew what hell was like. Hell was a place that not even he <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom wished to visit ever again. Not so much a place he feared, but a place of people constantly screaming pointlessly. At least on this planet, when they screamed, help had a chance of showing up, to make things a bit more interesting. "I think I smell the smell of people who would rather run in fear, than stand their ground." Laughing yet again he leaned forward <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom to rest his elbows against the still bloody counter top. A silver glow shining through the two eye holes of the iron mask, as he watched the mirror behind the tender. It was time to see what everyone had been up to while his eyes were closed. From what he noticed, quite a few ran in fear. It would also have appeared the man he ran into the last time he was here, was enjoying the sights.<C>
Orland_Divine_Doom It was apparent the man wanted more people to die. After all, he had just tripped the being that landed near him. With an unseen smirk at Gabriel's words he reached down and dug his fingers into the clothing that was on the back of the human. Lifting him into the air, suspended like a mere child. "What is this? You're only fighter trips, falls, and lands on <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom his reproductive organs when trying to make a challenge?" Of course the human had no intentions of fighting him, that was easily heard as the human begged for mercy. Stomping his foot within the floor, a plank snapped and sprouted up a jagged piece of wood. " If anyone wishes for this fool to live, speak now." Knowing that no one would dare speak on the <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom man's behalf. " Wait, I can't kill you yet, I don't have my sword in my grasp." At first the human seemed happy to have his live saved for a few seconds longer. Only at first, because now he noticed the large form, let go of his shirt, to grab the sword. Just as quickly as the ordeal had started, it ended with the sound of wood being driven through a human skull. <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom After grasping his sword within his hand he turned and noticed the now dead, and quite bloody human. " Well doesn't that beat all? I forgot to hang on to him." Finally he shook his head as if to almost show remorse, before yelling out: "WHO'S NEXT?"<E>
Fallen_Prophecy Caught the smirk, whether or not Orland knew it, and held back the chuckle of laughter that had started to brew again in his throat. It wouldn't do well to laugh. The rest of the room would scowl at him and probably make a few remarks about it. Not that he would care, it would be shrugged off in a second. Wouldn't put it past Orland to slay anyone that said anything about about Gabriel or himself. Finally, this place was picking up again. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Now, perhaps, he could enjoy himself. And enjoying himself he was. With every kill that Orland consumed, Gabriel became less and less sullen, and more and more amused. An emotion that he hadn't felt in a long time, and had almost forgot what it was like. Weeks seemed a lot longer to him than they had before. Maybe that's because in heaven you didn't feel time slipping through your fingers. But Gabriel felt it, wherever he was. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Whether it be heaven, hell, or earth, among the humans. By sure, he didn't look any older than in his late 30's, but his hands looked, even to Orland, as though they cupped time in them, and had to cradle it oh-so gently, or all would be lost. His hands rested together on the table top, picking up a napkin and wiping off the blood from his jacket, a fleck from his cheek, and a few other spots that had been splattered all over the table top. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy "Can't make it a nice and clean kill, can you?" Meant not to offend Orland, or to cause the sword to come his way. It was his own way of showing his amusement and humor, and his own way of expressing curosity at the way that Orland killed. It surely wasn't differed from his own, who preferred to make it quick, unless he wanted to draw the pain out. Orland had the same style, and almost the same kind of thinking, it appeared to Gabriel. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Of course, he could have been wrong, and more than likely he was in some aspects of his thinking. But if anyone could see the dark humor flashing in the backs of Gabriel's eyes, the one person who knew what enjoyment could come from killing humans meant, Orland would. It was much more bloody than the last time that he, Orland, and Tobey had been together. Tobey wasn't here, and Orlando seemed to have taken it upon himself. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy To fill in the gap that proceeded Tobey's absence. Bent towards the body, his hand slipping into the pocket of the dead man. At least his lower half was still intact. Speaking outloud, his voice clear when he spoke, "Thou shall not steal." The man, whose name Gabriel knew to be Jonas, wasn't going to come back, and therefor, would not need his pocket full of gold. Holding half of the gold in one hand, extending it, open palmed. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Across the aisle between tables, over to Orland. If he wanted it, half of it would be his. Wasn't stingy when it came to money, Gabriel wasn't. He knew a good deal when he saw it. The money was Orland's. Or, if Orland declined the money, Gabriel would pocket it and marvel over it later. Humans had evolved in many ways, and he loved to pore over things such as money and books, more to amuse himself than to server any other purpose.

[Gabriel]

Orland_Divine_Doom Now things were starting to get a little interesting. People were beginning to scatter towards the door. Fear had now easily consumed the building, along with the aroma of death that had followed him in. Perhaps this wouldn't be that dull of a day after all. Tilting his sword down, he placed it slowly through the still twitching body that was next to him, <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom not stopping until he felt the blade sink into the hardened earth below the building. Slowly he placed his elbow along the ball at the end of the sword, and leaned there. " Someone best decide to defend things around here, or I'll slaughter you all!" With that he stood strait. Once more wrapping his fingers around the hilt of the broadsword, ripping it from its spot in <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom the floor and launching it, much like a javelin, to the entrance of the building. Ideally the sword was supposed to strike the doors shut, which it did, except it penetrated the chest of yet another human in the process. Thus, the door was now shut, with a slowly dieing human and sword keeping it that way. "Lucky shot, I suppose." Cackling he glanced over to Gabriel. <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom The solid iron mask seemed to stare into nothingness as the eye holes looked in the direction of the money. "Money? I don't need their petty change of services. If I need something, I demand it, or they die." Simply put he turned away from Gabriel and looked for yet another being to slaughter. Finally, it would seem several of the larger men in the building had gained some confidence. <C>
Fallen_Prophecy Humans really were morons. The men standing infront of Orland were living proof of that, if anybody were stupid enough to ask for proof. "I have a suggestion, for you men. Before he slaughters you, which he probably will, despite my dialogue, I would suggest leaving him to his little slaughter fest, and trying to scramble out the window in hopes of getting outside before he reaches you. But why should you listen to me?" (C)
Fallen_Prophecy "What does the Angel of Death know?" He continued, a brow over his left eye perking in curosity at the faces staring at him. "I've only seen kingdoms rise and fall, I've only seen your earth come to an end more than once. And I've sent bigger creatures than him to the fiery pits of hell for all eternity. So, please. Don't listen to the Angel who sang the first hymn, and please don't pretend as though you're mightier than him." (C)
Fallen_Prophecy "Because we all know that you're not." As he had been doing before, he ignored the humans, inspected the money, and stowed it in his pocket. Dug the heels of his boots into the wooden floor below, and shoved his chair backwards. Stepped over the dead bodies and around the organs that had littered the floor since Orland's arrival. Thought about clapping him on the shoulder, but Orland didn't want to be touched, and neither did he. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Avoiding that possible awkward moment and taking himself behind the bar. The tender kept his mouth shut and his eyes averted, as Gabriel raided the bottles of wine, and searched for the oldest bottle of wine to date that was under the counter. Found it at the very back of the counter, almost hidden from sight. Withdrawing it from its hiding place with a snort, and popping the cork open. Craning his neck back, drinking the delicious wine. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Pouring it down his throat, and placing the bottle on the bar near his hand, where he could watch what was going on, and not get as much blood on him as he would if he were sitting where he had been, only minutes before. Here he could just watch if he wanted, and not be in the way of flying heads or organs. Sitting on the stool that had been the tender's spot, his black coat dipping over the edges of the stool, and wrapping around him. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Glancing over to Orland's massive bulk, none of it fat, as far as his eyes could tell, and shaking his head. The men that were giving an attempt at being brave were only going to get themselves killed, and sooner or later Gabriel might have to leave to escort them to wherever they were to go. Or he could call them back, and let Orland do it all over again. But once he killed the men once, it would take all the fun out of seeing it happen again. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy To that extreme, he would not tread. Leaning the edge of his jaw on the edge of his hand, his eyes stayed on the men, as they stared at Orland, waiting for his next move. Any idiot could guess what would happen to them in the end, and how they had sealed their fate when they had been dumb enough to draw their weapons on Orland, and confront of him. Shook his head sadly and drank another sip of the wine, waiting for the blood to fly.
Orland_Divine_Doom Bringing his hands together, his fingers intertwined. Pushing them together the muscles in his arms began to bulge. Veins pulsed along the skin, as if trying to break out from the hold the skin had upon them. " Give it all you got, little man. For it will be your best shot!" If anything could quickly be noticed about him, it's that he was a cocky persona. After all he had been through, <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom he felt he deserved to be. A worn torn body such as his, wasn't something made my things as petty as self mutilation. It was made, by years of grueling wars, and battles of epic amount. At least now, he would find out if any of the humans around here, had the strength, or intelligent, let alone the testicular fortitude to make his body look even more worn torn. <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom It didn't take long for the gunpowder to be lit. The barrel just rolling up to the back of his foot when he heard it get ignited. Suddenly the sound of a gunshot echoed through the building, followed by the sound of one solid bullet slamming into iron, iron, that was on his face. The impact of the bullet was just enough to thrust him off balance, causing him to fall over the <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom barrel of gun powder. Already their plan was failing. Now that he had fallen on the powder trail, it stopped. Quickly he kicked the barrel into the air, standing seconds afterwards. As the barrel spun, it threw powder in a circular motion. Grasping the bullet in his hand, he waited until the powder came towards his face. Slamming the bullet into his mask, <C>
Orland_Divine_Doom a spark was quickly ignited, timed just right to light the powder once more. As the flame followed it's circular path, he laugh as the barrel began to fall. It was falling fast, and right in the middle of the entire building. "Looks like your about to find out, what happens to a human, and a barrel of gunpowder explodes next to it!" Laughing he pulled his cloak around his face, and waited.<E>
Fallen_Prophecy Wasn't this a pretty little mess? Lifted his boots onto the rungs of the stool and stared at it in silence that seemed to scream out to Orland, "And I thought that they could get no stupider. I have been proven wrong." His eyes said it, though not a sound came from his lips. Slid forward off of his stool, his boots thudding as they touched the wooden floor. Hiking his coat up on his shoulders, he followed the progress of the fight. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy From the men trying to stop Orland, to the bullet hitting Orland's mask, and over to the circle of gun powder. Lifting his eyebrows on his face when the thing lighted up, and wrapped around the length of the circle, trapping the men in a flame circle. The flames were already brushing againts the ceiling, and it would not be long until the entire place went up in flames. Carefully he walked around the circle, and made his way to the door. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Pausing for a moment at the sword that was lodged through the wooden door. Gripping the handle of the sword, he wrenched it out of the door, thus freeing up the door that had been blocked by Orland. Ducked out the door ahead of the people, closing it afterwards. Orland could burst the doors open when he was ready to leave, and he winked at Orland before he closed the doors and barred them shut. Shouting through an open window. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy To Orland, making his voice loud enough to be heard by the killer. "I'm sure you can burst through the door. But until then, I hope you enjoy watching the humans burn to death." Hadn't he warned them what would happen if they continued to egg Orland on? Hadn't he told them what he himself had seen, and what would evitably would happen if they didn't pay heed to his warnings? But they, stupidly, had chosen to ignore his warning. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Gaining no sympathy from Gabriel. The only person that he used a moment of concern on was or Orland, but he had not locked a being of that bulk in. Orland could easily burst the door open or punch out a window, and punch a hole big enough for him to walk easily out of. Still.. Traveling his eyes over to the door, crossing his arms and standing there waiting. When Orland came out, he would leave. But he wouldn't until then. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Cracking his knuckles during the duration of his wait. Screams could already be heard. Screams of pain, as the skin was burned, and the burns left the nerves open to every little thing. Burning to death was a painful way to die. Had seen enough deaths of this to know that from experience. Shook his head, his wings appearing on his shoulder blades, as black as the deepest and purest shade of black. Nodding to the tavern in silence. (C)
Fallen_Prophecy Spreading his wings out, his face lifted to the moon. Gabriel disappeared as he flew into the air, his coat hiding him from sight and blending him into the sky. Orland would be fine, a blast that small would hardly make him blink twice, he believed. He would see him again, and he would probably allow himself to have more fun than he had this time around. But for now he was gone, and would stay gone, until it was time for him to appear again.