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A bright light. That's all Alexander saw, or rather, experienced as he started to fall. Tears matted his fur and fell into the sky as he felt the warm, welcoming light of Heaven getting farther and farther away.
"No…Charlie's plan, it worked… Why am I falling? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I talked to Lucifer? Was…Was it because of Ames? Did my visit to my daughter banish the redeemed, squirrelish Sinner from the Land of Angels? Why does it hurt so much."
These thoughts rapidly flickered in and out with no order at all as Alain fell, faster and faster, the strings on his robe, which in reality is just a comfy white hoodie, flapping in the wind.
Someone…please, catch me. *he swears he hears his name being called in despair as he falls, a borrowed angelic blade narrowly missing his head as he crashes down into Hell, landing on hard concrete, right onto his wings and wincing in pain*
(sorry if it's too much)
Gemmus swore under his breath as he deployed his wings and took flight, wincing when he heard the loud and disheartening noise of the falling body hitting the hard concrete. He flew over a building to the street where the poor soul had fallen, and winced when he noticed that several sinners had started to approach the prone body. He landed between the fallen and the closest sinner and wordlessly glared them down until they paled and stepped back. "Clear out, there's nothing to see here!" Some of them started to grumble and get riled up until they met his gaze or others pulled on their sleeves, having recognized him. The crowd visibly dispersed after that, and Gemmus turned around and examined the poor soul, wincing at the sad state of his tattered, singed clothing and wings. "Hang on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he murmured as he gently gathered them in his arms, picked up their angelic blade and stored it in pocket space, then carefully carried them back to the hidden entrance to his territory.
*THe fallen angel lets out a mere Grazie.. as he is picked up*
Grazie amico mio… non merito la tua gentilezza. [thank you my friend , i do not deserve your kindness]
*the pain catches up to Alain and he passes out, when he wakes up, he's sitting down and face to face with Gemmus*
Ah...you must be the one who rescued me, then?
Gemmus winced as he heard the raspiness of the poor fallen's throat as he tried speaking. He gently pressed the tip of his index on his lips with a gentle smile.
"Non c'è problema, amico mio. Non forzarti a parlare adesso. Presto saremo in un posto sicuro."
(It's no problem, my friend. Don't force yourself to speak right now. We'll be in a safe location soon.)
Gemmus walked into an establishment with a large sign that said 'The Retreat' on it. The room they walked in was filled with many sinners and hellborns, and the ambiance was lively, filled with smells of good food and sounds of conversation, and the klinking of cutlery on myriads of plates. A few individuals called out to Gemmus as he quickly walked along the wall, carrying the wounded winged fallen. He nodded at the callers but kept going, finally making it to an elevator.
He selected a floor, and moments later, stepped out of the elevator into a much quieter hallway. His steps echoed slightly as he made his way to a closed door marked Main Office, and he opened the door and walked inside. Gemmus' office had a large bay window that gave a view of the street. It was tastefully decorated and furnished with an oak desk and chairs, with a matching large bookcase and a large cozy couch with two lounging chairs adjacent. The overlord gently installed the fallen on the couch, carefully arranging his wings so they wouldn't be resting on them, then he pulled a chair closer and sat down.
"Sei al sicuro adesso. Mi lasceresti esaminarti e guarire le tue ferite?"
(You're safe now. Would you let me check your injuries and heal them?)
*From what he can see, he smiles softly. Taking in the sounds and smells, reminiscing of better times*
*when he's sat down he takes in the sights of Gemmus' office* Dal padre... it looks marvelous, my friend!
And...yes, thank you. If anything needs to be iced, I have magic for it.
*He smiles, as if to try and say he's fine, but it looks quite painful to do so*
(I'm going to respond to that question about Gemmus being his rescuer from a previous post here, given the timeline.)
Gemmus offered a small smile back to his guest at the compliment, noting also the change of language.
"I must say I'm not much of a rescuer, given that I was unable to catch up with you and save you from that abrupt landing. I'm sorry about that." He raised an eyebrow at the comment about magical ice. "An elemental mage, are we? Save your strength, I'll take care of you."
As he spoke, there was a twinkle of something like amusement in his purplish eyes. He took the fallen's hand in his. His hand and irises started gleaming a vibrant white as he magically scanned, cataloguing the wounds and burns. He frowned slightly and gestured up with his free hand, causing something like white symbols and runes or letters to appear mid-air above their heads. He frowned as he read the results, hummed, then waved the mysterious magical script away. He took a grounding breath and gently set both hands on the fallen. The white magic intensified, spreading over the wounded's entire body, growing brighter and brighter for a few seconds before it vanished completely. Gemmus pulled back slightly, his irises still showing a hint of the white, though it was fading away.
"There, that should do it," he said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
Ah, it's...As alright as it can be. And yes! I've been studying how to do more than ice. On the bright side, I can cover a whole city block with just a 5 gallon bucket of water and i can cast a basic fire spark and some what of a static shock.
*as the white magic spreads and intensfies, Alain feels a tingle* Brbrbrbr!
*He then notices the frown and looks up, trying to see what Gemmus sees* You alright there? What's on your mind?
Gemmus grinned at him as he sat up, looking visibly better. He tilted his head with a small hum before going to his desk and pulling a bottle from a small fridge that he kept there. He took two glasses out of a cupboard behind him and brought everything back to the couch.
"I was actually thinking that I don't meet very many element magic users. I daresay aside from the King, I haven't really found others outside of my territory." He sat back down on his chair and poured a rich amber liquid into one of the glasses before handing it over to his guest. "Would you like a glass of cider?"
*Alain chuckles* Sounds like you don't get out of the house much, then.
And no, I've never cared for cider, much too sweet for me. Tell ya what, if you got anything else or anything stiffer, I'll take that in a heartbeat.
But..apart from that, you said Lucifer knows elemental magic? What kind?
Gemmus laughed good-naturedly at the comment as he took a sip from the glass he had filled. "You could say that. After all, there's a reason why I'm referred to as the Hermit Overlord."
He quickly drained his glass with a small shake of his head and then magically cleaned it before vanishing the cider bottle in his grasp with a small flash and then making another one appear instead. "It's quite a shame you don't like cider, this one was produced in my own domain and has been told it tastes like miracles. No worries, though, I have a good whiskey here that might interest you more."
He filled the other clean glass with two fingers of the clear amber liquid and offered it to the fallen. "My name is Gemmus, by the way, in case you were wondering. And what's your name, or at least, what name would you like to be known as in these lowly streets of Hell?"
Whiskey! Now that's a good drink, there! *Alain takes a sip and nods* Miracles, that's a new one, could always use one of those, nowadays
Alexander LaBain up top, but most folks call me Alain, pleasure to meet you then. BUt, to be honest, I'm fine with any nickname given to me.
Gemmus nodded as he added a similar amount of whiskey to his glass and placed the bottle on a side table near the couch.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Alain, though I daresay the circumstances of our meeting could have been much better." He paused to sip from his glass then leaned on his elbow on the armrest of his chair, looking at his interlocutor. "I won't pry in your business and ask you the cause of your fall. However, I don't imagine that you have anywhere to go down here. I can provide you a safe space to recuperate and adapt to Hell's rather harsh environment, if you wish."
I'll drink to that, circumstances are always strange in one way or another.
*Alain takes a long sip of whiskey* There's a myriad of reasons of why I fell... when I was falling multiple reasons went in and out of my head at a million miles an hour, but to be honest.
I think it's because of Heaven's rules. But.. you're right, I don't have anywhere to go or be with, guess that much doesn't change even after death.... and believe you me, this is my second fall. The first when I died and... you just saw the second.
Gemmus listened to him, feeling concern for the poor fellow. He couldn't imagine what it had been like to fall. He tilted his head and hummed in sympathy, swirling his drink before taking a sip.
"I have accommodations I can lend you for some time while you get back on your feet. I can also help you find something to help you earn a living, since I have a lot of contacts throughout Pentagram city. But something tells me you're not likely to adapt too well to the wiles and violence of those streets."
A bright light. That's all Alexander saw, or rather, experienced as he started to fall. Tears matted his fur and fell into the sky as he felt the warm, welcoming light of Heaven getting farther and farther away.
"No…Charlie's plan, it worked… Why am I falling? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I talked to Lucifer? Was…Was it because of Ames? Did my visit to my daughter banish the redeemed, squirrelish Sinner from the Land of Angels? Why does it hurt so much."
These thoughts rapidly flickered in and out with no order at all as Alain fell, faster and faster, the strings on his robe, which in reality is just a comfy white hoodie, flapping in the wind.
Someone…please, catch me. *he swears he hears his name being called in despair as he falls, a borrowed angelic blade narrowly missing his head as he crashes down into Hell, landing on hard concrete, right onto his wings and wincing in pain*
(sorry if it's too much)
Gemmus swore under his breath as he deployed his wings and took flight, wincing when he heard the loud and disheartening noise of the falling body hitting the hard concrete. He flew over a building to the street where the poor soul had fallen, and winced when he noticed that several sinners had started to approach the prone body. He landed between the fallen and the closest sinner and wordlessly glared them down until they paled and stepped back. "Clear out, there's nothing to see here!" Some of them started to grumble and get riled up until they met his gaze or others pulled on their sleeves, having recognized him. The crowd visibly dispersed after that, and Gemmus turned around and examined the poor soul, wincing at the sad state of his tattered, singed clothing and wings. "Hang on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he murmured as he gently gathered them in his arms, picked up their angelic blade and stored it in pocket space, then carefully carried them back to the hidden entrance to his territory.
*THe fallen angel lets out a mere Grazie.. as he is picked up*
Grazie amico mio… non merito la tua gentilezza. [thank you my friend , i do not deserve your kindness]
*the pain catches up to Alain and he passes out, when he wakes up, he's sitting down and face to face with Gemmus*
Ah...you must be the one who rescued me, then?
Gemmus winced as he heard the raspiness of the poor fallen's throat as he tried speaking. He gently pressed the tip of his index on his lips with a gentle smile.
"Non c'è problema, amico mio. Non forzarti a parlare adesso. Presto saremo in un posto sicuro."
(It's no problem, my friend. Don't force yourself to speak right now. We'll be in a safe location soon.)
Gemmus walked into an establishment with a large sign that said 'The Retreat' on it. The room they walked in was filled with many sinners and hellborns, and the ambiance was lively, filled with smells of good food and sounds of conversation, and the klinking of cutlery on myriads of plates. A few individuals called out to Gemmus as he quickly walked along the wall, carrying the wounded winged fallen. He nodded at the callers but kept going, finally making it to an elevator.
He selected a floor, and moments later, stepped out of the elevator into a much quieter hallway. His steps echoed slightly as he made his way to a closed door marked Main Office, and he opened the door and walked inside. Gemmus' office had a large bay window that gave a view of the street. It was tastefully decorated and furnished with an oak desk and chairs, with a matching large bookcase and a large cozy couch with two lounging chairs adjacent. The overlord gently installed the fallen on the couch, carefully arranging his wings so they wouldn't be resting on them, then he pulled a chair closer and sat down.
"Sei al sicuro adesso. Mi lasceresti esaminarti e guarire le tue ferite?"
(You're safe now. Would you let me check your injuries and heal them?)
*From what he can see, he smiles softly. Taking in the sounds and smells, reminiscing of better times*
*when he's sat down he takes in the sights of Gemmus' office* Dal padre... it looks marvelous, my friend!
And...yes, thank you. If anything needs to be iced, I have magic for it.
*He smiles, as if to try and say he's fine, but it looks quite painful to do so*
(I'm going to respond to that question about Gemmus being his rescuer from a previous post here, given the timeline.)
Gemmus offered a small smile back to his guest at the compliment, noting also the change of language.
"I must say I'm not much of a rescuer, given that I was unable to catch up with you and save you from that abrupt landing. I'm sorry about that." He raised an eyebrow at the comment about magical ice. "An elemental mage, are we? Save your strength, I'll take care of you."
As he spoke, there was a twinkle of something like amusement in his purplish eyes. He took the fallen's hand in his. His hand and irises started gleaming a vibrant white as he magically scanned, cataloguing the wounds and burns. He frowned slightly and gestured up with his free hand, causing something like white symbols and runes or letters to appear mid-air above their heads. He frowned as he read the results, hummed, then waved the mysterious magical script away. He took a grounding breath and gently set both hands on the fallen. The white magic intensified, spreading over the wounded's entire body, growing brighter and brighter for a few seconds before it vanished completely. Gemmus pulled back slightly, his irises still showing a hint of the white, though it was fading away.
"There, that should do it," he said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
Ah, it's...As alright as it can be. And yes! I've been studying how to do more than ice. On the bright side, I can cover a whole city block with just a 5 gallon bucket of water and i can cast a basic fire spark and some what of a static shock.
*as the white magic spreads and intensfies, Alain feels a tingle* Brbrbrbr!
*He then notices the frown and looks up, trying to see what Gemmus sees* You alright there? What's on your mind?
Gemmus grinned at him as he sat up, looking visibly better. He tilted his head with a small hum before going to his desk and pulling a bottle from a small fridge that he kept there. He took two glasses out of a cupboard behind him and brought everything back to the couch.
"I was actually thinking that I don't meet very many element magic users. I daresay aside from the King, I haven't really found others outside of my territory." He sat back down on his chair and poured a rich amber liquid into one of the glasses before handing it over to his guest. "Would you like a glass of cider?"
*Alain chuckles* Sounds like you don't get out of the house much, then.
And no, I've never cared for cider, much too sweet for me. Tell ya what, if you got anything else or anything stiffer, I'll take that in a heartbeat.
But..apart from that, you said Lucifer knows elemental magic? What kind?
Gemmus laughed good-naturedly at the comment as he took a sip from the glass he had filled. "You could say that. After all, there's a reason why I'm referred to as the Hermit Overlord."
He quickly drained his glass with a small shake of his head and then magically cleaned it before vanishing the cider bottle in his grasp with a small flash and then making another one appear instead. "It's quite a shame you don't like cider, this one was produced in my own domain and has been told it tastes like miracles. No worries, though, I have a good whiskey here that might interest you more."
He filled the other clean glass with two fingers of the clear amber liquid and offered it to the fallen. "My name is Gemmus, by the way, in case you were wondering. And what's your name, or at least, what name would you like to be known as in these lowly streets of Hell?"
Whiskey! Now that's a good drink, there! *Alain takes a sip and nods* Miracles, that's a new one, could always use one of those, nowadays
Alexander LaBain up top, but most folks call me Alain, pleasure to meet you then. BUt, to be honest, I'm fine with any nickname given to me.
Gemmus nodded as he added a similar amount of whiskey to his glass and placed the bottle on a side table near the couch.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Alain, though I daresay the circumstances of our meeting could have been much better." He paused to sip from his glass then leaned on his elbow on the armrest of his chair, looking at his interlocutor. "I won't pry in your business and ask you the cause of your fall. However, I don't imagine that you have anywhere to go down here. I can provide you a safe space to recuperate and adapt to Hell's rather harsh environment, if you wish."
A bright light. That's all Alexander saw, or rather, experienced as he started to fall. Tears matted his fur and fell into the sky as he felt the warm, welcoming light of Heaven getting farther and farther away.
"No…Charlie's plan, it worked… Why am I falling? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I talked to Lucifer? Was…Was it because of Ames? Did my visit to my daughter banish the redeemed, squirrelish Sinner from the Land of Angels? Why does it hurt so much."
These thoughts rapidly flickered in and out with no order at all as Alain fell, faster and faster, the strings on his robe, which in reality is just a comfy white hoodie, flapping in the wind.
Someone…please, catch me. *he swears he hears his name being called in despair as he falls, a borrowed angelic blade narrowly missing his head as he crashes down into Hell, landing on hard concrete, right onto his wings and wincing in pain*
(sorry if it's too much)
Gemmus swore under his breath as he deployed his wings and took flight, wincing when he heard the loud and disheartening noise of the falling body hitting the hard concrete. He flew over a building to the street where the poor soul had fallen, and winced when he noticed that several sinners had started to approach the prone body. He landed between the fallen and the closest sinner and wordlessly glared them down until they paled and stepped back. "Clear out, there's nothing to see here!" Some of them started to grumble and get riled up until they met his gaze or others pulled on their sleeves, having recognized him. The crowd visibly dispersed after that, and Gemmus turned around and examined the poor soul, wincing at the sad state of his tattered, singed clothing and wings. "Hang on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he murmured as he gently gathered them in his arms, picked up their angelic blade and stored it in pocket space, then carefully carried them back to the hidden entrance to his territory.
*THe fallen angel lets out a mere Grazie.. as he is picked up*
Grazie amico mio… non merito la tua gentilezza. [thank you my friend , i do not deserve your kindness]
*the pain catches up to Alain and he passes out, when he wakes up, he's sitting down and face to face with Gemmus*
Ah...you must be the one who rescued me, then?
Gemmus winced as he heard the raspiness of the poor fallen's throat as he tried speaking. He gently pressed the tip of his index on his lips with a gentle smile.
"Non c'è problema, amico mio. Non forzarti a parlare adesso. Presto saremo in un posto sicuro."
(It's no problem, my friend. Don't force yourself to speak right now. We'll be in a safe location soon.)
Gemmus walked into an establishment with a large sign that said 'The Retreat' on it. The room they walked in was filled with many sinners and hellborns, and the ambiance was lively, filled with smells of good food and sounds of conversation, and the klinking of cutlery on myriads of plates. A few individuals called out to Gemmus as he quickly walked along the wall, carrying the wounded winged fallen. He nodded at the callers but kept going, finally making it to an elevator.
He selected a floor, and moments later, stepped out of the elevator into a much quieter hallway. His steps echoed slightly as he made his way to a closed door marked Main Office, and he opened the door and walked inside. Gemmus' office had a large bay window that gave a view of the street. It was tastefully decorated and furnished with an oak desk and chairs, with a matching large bookcase and a large cozy couch with two lounging chairs adjacent. The overlord gently installed the fallen on the couch, carefully arranging his wings so they wouldn't be resting on them, then he pulled a chair closer and sat down.
"Sei al sicuro adesso. Mi lasceresti esaminarti e guarire le tue ferite?"
(You're safe now. Would you let me check your injuries and heal them?)
*From what he can see, he smiles softly. Taking in the sounds and smells, reminiscing of better times*
*when he's sat down he takes in the sights of Gemmus' office* Dal padre... it looks marvelous, my friend!
And...yes, thank you. If anything needs to be iced, I have magic for it.
*He smiles, as if to try and say he's fine, but it looks quite painful to do so*
(I'm going to respond to that question about Gemmus being his rescuer from a previous post here, given the timeline.)
Gemmus offered a small smile back to his guest at the compliment, noting also the change of language.
"I must say I'm not much of a rescuer, given that I was unable to catch up with you and save you from that abrupt landing. I'm sorry about that." He raised an eyebrow at the comment about magical ice. "An elemental mage, are we? Save your strength, I'll take care of you."
As he spoke, there was a twinkle of something like amusement in his purplish eyes. He took the fallen's hand in his. His hand and irises started gleaming a vibrant white as he magically scanned, cataloguing the wounds and burns. He frowned slightly and gestured up with his free hand, causing something like white symbols and runes or letters to appear mid-air above their heads. He frowned as he read the results, hummed, then waved the mysterious magical script away. He took a grounding breath and gently set both hands on the fallen. The white magic intensified, spreading over the wounded's entire body, growing brighter and brighter for a few seconds before it vanished completely. Gemmus pulled back slightly, his irises still showing a hint of the white, though it was fading away.
"There, that should do it," he said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
Ah, it's...As alright as it can be. And yes! I've been studying how to do more than ice. On the bright side, I can cover a whole city block with just a 5 gallon bucket of water and i can cast a basic fire spark and some what of a static shock.
*as the white magic spreads and intensfies, Alain feels a tingle* Brbrbrbr!
*He then notices the frown and looks up, trying to see what Gemmus sees* You alright there? What's on your mind?
Gemmus grinned at him as he sat up, looking visibly better. He tilted his head with a small hum before going to his desk and pulling a bottle from a small fridge that he kept there. He took two glasses out of a cupboard behind him and brought everything back to the couch.
"I was actually thinking that I don't meet very many element magic users. I daresay aside from the King, I haven't really found others outside of my territory." He sat back down on his chair and poured a rich amber liquid into one of the glasses before handing it over to his guest. "Would you like a glass of cider?"
*Alain chuckles* Sounds like you don't get out of the house much, then.
And no, I've never cared for cider, much too sweet for me. Tell ya what, if you got anything else or anything stiffer, I'll take that in a heartbeat.
But..apart from that, you said Lucifer knows elemental magic? What kind?
Gemmus laughed good-naturedly at the comment as he took a sip from the glass he had filled. "You could say that. After all, there's a reason why I'm referred to as the Hermit Overlord."
He quickly drained his glass with a small shake of his head and then magically cleaned it before vanishing the cider bottle in his grasp with a small flash and then making another one appear instead. "It's quite a shame you don't like cider, this one was produced in my own domain and has been told it tastes like miracles. No worries, though, I have a good whiskey here that might interest you more."
He filled the other clean glass with two fingers of the clear amber liquid and offered it to the fallen. "My name is Gemmus, by the way, in case you were wondering. And what's your name, or at least, what name would you like to be known as in these lowly streets of Hell?"
A bright light. That's all Alexander saw, or rather, experienced as he started to fall. Tears matted his fur and fell into the sky as he felt the warm, welcoming light of Heaven getting farther and farther away.
"No…Charlie's plan, it worked… Why am I falling? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I talked to Lucifer? Was…Was it because of Ames? Did my visit to my daughter banish the redeemed, squirrelish Sinner from the Land of Angels? Why does it hurt so much."
These thoughts rapidly flickered in and out with no order at all as Alain fell, faster and faster, the strings on his robe, which in reality is just a comfy white hoodie, flapping in the wind.
Someone…please, catch me. *he swears he hears his name being called in despair as he falls, a borrowed angelic blade narrowly missing his head as he crashes down into Hell, landing on hard concrete, right onto his wings and wincing in pain*
(sorry if it's too much)
Gemmus swore under his breath as he deployed his wings and took flight, wincing when he heard the loud and disheartening noise of the falling body hitting the hard concrete. He flew over a building to the street where the poor soul had fallen, and winced when he noticed that several sinners had started to approach the prone body. He landed between the fallen and the closest sinner and wordlessly glared them down until they paled and stepped back. "Clear out, there's nothing to see here!" Some of them started to grumble and get riled up until they met his gaze or others pulled on their sleeves, having recognized him. The crowd visibly dispersed after that, and Gemmus turned around and examined the poor soul, wincing at the sad state of his tattered, singed clothing and wings. "Hang on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he murmured as he gently gathered them in his arms, picked up their angelic blade and stored it in pocket space, then carefully carried them back to the hidden entrance to his territory.
*THe fallen angel lets out a mere Grazie.. as he is picked up*
Grazie amico mio… non merito la tua gentilezza. [thank you my friend , i do not deserve your kindness]
*the pain catches up to Alain and he passes out, when he wakes up, he's sitting down and face to face with Gemmus*
Ah...you must be the one who rescued me, then?
Gemmus winced as he heard the raspiness of the poor fallen's throat as he tried speaking. He gently pressed the tip of his index on his lips with a gentle smile.
"Non c'è problema, amico mio. Non forzarti a parlare adesso. Presto saremo in un posto sicuro."
(It's no problem, my friend. Don't force yourself to speak right now. We'll be in a safe location soon.)
Gemmus walked into an establishment with a large sign that said 'The Retreat' on it. The room they walked in was filled with many sinners and hellborns, and the ambiance was lively, filled with smells of good food and sounds of conversation, and the klinking of cutlery on myriads of plates. A few individuals called out to Gemmus as he quickly walked along the wall, carrying the wounded winged fallen. He nodded at the callers but kept going, finally making it to an elevator.
He selected a floor, and moments later, stepped out of the elevator into a much quieter hallway. His steps echoed slightly as he made his way to a closed door marked Main Office, and he opened the door and walked inside. Gemmus' office had a large bay window that gave a view of the street. It was tastefully decorated and furnished with an oak desk and chairs, with a matching large bookcase and a large cozy couch with two lounging chairs adjacent. The overlord gently installed the fallen on the couch, carefully arranging his wings so they wouldn't be resting on them, then he pulled a chair closer and sat down.
"Sei al sicuro adesso. Mi lasceresti esaminarti e guarire le tue ferite?"
(You're safe now. Would you let me check your injuries and heal them?)
*From what he can see, he smiles softly. Taking in the sounds and smells, reminiscing of better times*
*when he's sat down he takes in the sights of Gemmus' office* Dal padre... it looks marvelous, my friend!
And...yes, thank you. If anything needs to be iced, I have magic for it.
*He smiles, as if to try and say he's fine, but it looks quite painful to do so*
(I'm going to respond to that question about Gemmus being his rescuer from a previous post here, given the timeline.)
Gemmus offered a small smile back to his guest at the compliment, noting also the change of language.
"I must say I'm not much of a rescuer, given that I was unable to catch up with you and save you from that abrupt landing. I'm sorry about that." He raised an eyebrow at the comment about magical ice. "An elemental mage, are we? Save your strength, I'll take care of you."
As he spoke, there was a twinkle of something like amusement in his purplish eyes. He took the fallen's hand in his. His hand and irises started gleaming a vibrant white as he magically scanned, cataloguing the wounds and burns. He frowned slightly and gestured up with his free hand, causing something like white symbols and runes or letters to appear mid-air above their heads. He frowned as he read the results, hummed, then waved the mysterious magical script away. He took a grounding breath and gently set both hands on the fallen. The white magic intensified, spreading over the wounded's entire body, growing brighter and brighter for a few seconds before it vanished completely. Gemmus pulled back slightly, his irises still showing a hint of the white, though it was fading away.
"There, that should do it," he said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
Ah, it's...As alright as it can be. And yes! I've been studying how to do more than ice. On the bright side, I can cover a whole city block with just a 5 gallon bucket of water and i can cast a basic fire spark and some what of a static shock.
*as the white magic spreads and intensfies, Alain feels a tingle* Brbrbrbr!
*He then notices the frown and looks up, trying to see what Gemmus sees* You alright there? What's on your mind?
Gemmus grinned at him as he sat up, looking visibly better. He tilted his head with a small hum before going to his desk and pulling a bottle from a small fridge that he kept there. He took two glasses out of a cupboard behind him and brought everything back to the couch.
"I was actually thinking that I don't meet very many element magic users. I daresay aside from the King, I haven't really found others outside of my territory." He sat back down on his chair and poured a rich amber liquid into one of the glasses before handing it over to his guest. "Would you like a glass of cider?"
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A bright light. That's all Alexander saw, or rather, experienced as he started to fall. Tears matted his fur and fell into the sky as he felt the warm, welcoming light of Heaven getting farther and farther away.
"No…Charlie's plan, it worked… Why am I falling? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I talked to Lucifer? Was…Was it because of Ames? Did my visit to my daughter banish the redeemed, squirrelish Sinner from the Land of Angels? Why does it hurt so much."
These thoughts rapidly flickered in and out with no order at all as Alain fell, faster and faster, the strings on his robe, which in reality is just a comfy white hoodie, flapping in the wind.
Someone…please, catch me. *he swears he hears his name being called in despair as he falls, a borrowed angelic blade narrowly missing his head as he crashes down into Hell, landing on hard concrete, right onto his wings and wincing in pain*
(sorry if it's too much)
Gemmus swore under his breath as he deployed his wings and took flight, wincing when he heard the loud and disheartening noise of the falling body hitting the hard concrete. He flew over a building to the street where the poor soul had fallen, and winced when he noticed that several sinners had started to approach the prone body. He landed between the fallen and the closest sinner and wordlessly glared them down until they paled and stepped back. "Clear out, there's nothing to see here!" Some of them started to grumble and get riled up until they met his gaze or others pulled on their sleeves, having recognized him. The crowd visibly dispersed after that, and Gemmus turned around and examined the poor soul, wincing at the sad state of his tattered, singed clothing and wings. "Hang on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he murmured as he gently gathered them in his arms, picked up their angelic blade and stored it in pocket space, then carefully carried them back to the hidden entrance to his territory.
*THe fallen angel lets out a mere Grazie.. as he is picked up*
Grazie amico mio… non merito la tua gentilezza. [thank you my friend , i do not deserve your kindness]
*the pain catches up to Alain and he passes out, when he wakes up, he's sitting down and face to face with Gemmus*
Ah...you must be the one who rescued me, then?
Gemmus winced as he heard the raspiness of the poor fallen's throat as he tried speaking. He gently pressed the tip of his index on his lips with a gentle smile.
"Non c'è problema, amico mio. Non forzarti a parlare adesso. Presto saremo in un posto sicuro."
(It's no problem, my friend. Don't force yourself to speak right now. We'll be in a safe location soon.)
Gemmus walked into an establishment with a large sign that said 'The Retreat' on it. The room they walked in was filled with many sinners and hellborns, and the ambiance was lively, filled with smells of good food and sounds of conversation, and the klinking of cutlery on myriads of plates. A few individuals called out to Gemmus as he quickly walked along the wall, carrying the wounded winged fallen. He nodded at the callers but kept going, finally making it to an elevator.
He selected a floor, and moments later, stepped out of the elevator into a much quieter hallway. His steps echoed slightly as he made his way to a closed door marked Main Office, and he opened the door and walked inside. Gemmus' office had a large bay window that gave a view of the street. It was tastefully decorated and furnished with an oak desk and chairs, with a matching large bookcase and a large cozy couch with two lounging chairs adjacent. The overlord gently installed the fallen on the couch, carefully arranging his wings so they wouldn't be resting on them, then he pulled a chair closer and sat down.
"Sei al sicuro adesso. Mi lasceresti esaminarti e guarire le tue ferite?"
(You're safe now. Would you let me check your injuries and heal them?)
*From what he can see, he smiles softly. Taking in the sounds and smells, reminiscing of better times*
*when he's sat down he takes in the sights of Gemmus' office* Dal padre... it looks marvelous, my friend!
And...yes, thank you. If anything needs to be iced, I have magic for it.
*He smiles, as if to try and say he's fine, but it looks quite painful to do so*
(I'm going to respond to that question about Gemmus being his rescuer from a previous post here, given the timeline.)
Gemmus offered a small smile back to his guest at the compliment, noting also the change of language.
"I must say I'm not much of a rescuer, given that I was unable to catch up with you and save you from that abrupt landing. I'm sorry about that." He raised an eyebrow at the comment about magical ice. "An elemental mage, are we? Save your strength, I'll take care of you."
As he spoke, there was a twinkle of something like amusement in his purplish eyes. He took the fallen's hand in his. His hand and irises started gleaming a vibrant white as he magically scanned, cataloguing the wounds and burns. He frowned slightly and gestured up with his free hand, causing something like white symbols and runes or letters to appear mid-air above their heads. He frowned as he read the results, hummed, then waved the mysterious magical script away. He took a grounding breath and gently set both hands on the fallen. The white magic intensified, spreading over the wounded's entire body, growing brighter and brighter for a few seconds before it vanished completely. Gemmus pulled back slightly, his irises still showing a hint of the white, though it was fading away.
"There, that should do it," he said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
A bright light. That's all Alexander saw, or rather, experienced as he started to fall. Tears matted his fur and fell into the sky as he felt the warm, welcoming light of Heaven getting farther and farther away.
"No…Charlie's plan, it worked… Why am I falling? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I talked to Lucifer? Was…Was it because of Ames? Did my visit to my daughter banish the redeemed, squirrelish Sinner from the Land of Angels? Why does it hurt so much."
These thoughts rapidly flickered in and out with no order at all as Alain fell, faster and faster, the strings on his robe, which in reality is just a comfy white hoodie, flapping in the wind.
Someone…please, catch me. *he swears he hears his name being called in despair as he falls, a borrowed angelic blade narrowly missing his head as he crashes down into Hell, landing on hard concrete, right onto his wings and wincing in pain*
(sorry if it's too much)
Gemmus swore under his breath as he deployed his wings and took flight, wincing when he heard the loud and disheartening noise of the falling body hitting the hard concrete. He flew over a building to the street where the poor soul had fallen, and winced when he noticed that several sinners had started to approach the prone body. He landed between the fallen and the closest sinner and wordlessly glared them down until they paled and stepped back. "Clear out, there's nothing to see here!" Some of them started to grumble and get riled up until they met his gaze or others pulled on their sleeves, having recognized him. The crowd visibly dispersed after that, and Gemmus turned around and examined the poor soul, wincing at the sad state of his tattered, singed clothing and wings. "Hang on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he murmured as he gently gathered them in his arms, picked up their angelic blade and stored it in pocket space, then carefully carried them back to the hidden entrance to his territory.
*THe fallen angel lets out a mere Grazie.. as he is picked up*
Grazie amico mio… non merito la tua gentilezza. [thank you my friend , i do not deserve your kindness]
*the pain catches up to Alain and he passes out, when he wakes up, he's sitting down and face to face with Gemmus*
Ah...you must be the one who rescued me, then?
Gemmus winced as he heard the raspiness of the poor fallen's throat as he tried speaking. He gently pressed the tip of his index on his lips with a gentle smile.
"Non c'è problema, amico mio. Non forzarti a parlare adesso. Presto saremo in un posto sicuro."
(It's no problem, my friend. Don't force yourself to speak right now. We'll be in a safe location soon.)
Gemmus walked into an establishment with a large sign that said 'The Retreat' on it. The room they walked in was filled with many sinners and hellborns, and the ambiance was lively, filled with smells of good food and sounds of conversation, and the klinking of cutlery on myriads of plates. A few individuals called out to Gemmus as he quickly walked along the wall, carrying the wounded winged fallen. He nodded at the callers but kept going, finally making it to an elevator.
He selected a floor, and moments later, stepped out of the elevator into a much quieter hallway. His steps echoed slightly as he made his way to a closed door marked Main Office, and he opened the door and walked inside. Gemmus' office had a large bay window that gave a view of the street. It was tastefully decorated and furnished with an oak desk and chairs, with a matching large bookcase and a large cozy couch with two lounging chairs adjacent. The overlord gently installed the fallen on the couch, carefully arranging his wings so they wouldn't be resting on them, then he pulled a chair closer and sat down.
"Sei al sicuro adesso. Mi lasceresti esaminarti e guarire le tue ferite?"
(You're safe now. Would you let me check your injuries and heal them?)
A bright light. That's all Alexander saw, or rather, experienced as he started to fall. Tears matted his fur and fell into the sky as he felt the warm, welcoming light of Heaven getting farther and farther away.
"No…Charlie's plan, it worked… Why am I falling? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I talked to Lucifer? Was…Was it because of Ames? Did my visit to my daughter banish the redeemed, squirrelish Sinner from the Land of Angels? Why does it hurt so much."
These thoughts rapidly flickered in and out with no order at all as Alain fell, faster and faster, the strings on his robe, which in reality is just a comfy white hoodie, flapping in the wind.
Someone…please, catch me. *he swears he hears his name being called in despair as he falls, a borrowed angelic blade narrowly missing his head as he crashes down into Hell, landing on hard concrete, right onto his wings and wincing in pain*
(sorry if it's too much)
Gemmus swore under his breath as he deployed his wings and took flight, wincing when he heard the loud and disheartening noise of the falling body hitting the hard concrete. He flew over a building to the street where the poor soul had fallen, and winced when he noticed that several sinners had started to approach the prone body. He landed between the fallen and the closest sinner and wordlessly glared them down until they paled and stepped back. "Clear out, there's nothing to see here!" Some of them started to grumble and get riled up until they met his gaze or others pulled on their sleeves, having recognized him. The crowd visibly dispersed after that, and Gemmus turned around and examined the poor soul, wincing at the sad state of his tattered, singed clothing and wings. "Hang on, I'll take you somewhere safe," he murmured as he gently gathered them in his arms, picked up their angelic blade and stored it in pocket space, then carefully carried them back to the hidden entrance to his territory.
Adam: Hey Gemmus! Want to come over?
@angelicgemmus
@athanasthos
Gemmus beamed and nodded at his hellphone as though he was looking at Adam himself. "Would I ever! I'm closing up The Retreat for the evening, and I'll be on my way! Is there anything you'd like me to pick up for you, and perhaps for His Majesty as well?" As he spoke, he quickly gave one last lookaround to the common areas of the building before engaging the alarm and security system, and then he quickly locked the doors and took flight over the streets of the city.
Adam: Awesome! If you're getting coffee I'll have a peppermint mocha and Lu just takes his black.
He gets more comfortable in bed propping up his pillows.
Adam: We'll be in the bedroom, I've kind of made a nest and I'm comfortable right here. Come on up when you get here.
"I'll be there soon!" Gemmus hangs up his phone and soars using a rising hot air wind, basking in the freedom of flight with a happy smile on his face. He flew over two city blocks, narrowly avoiding getting shot out of the sky by rolling out of the way of the bullet. He flew down straight in front of the door to the best coffee shop in the city. Ten minutes later, he left the shop and took flight again with his basket under his arm and balancing a tray of drinks as he flew towards the palace. He glided down smoothly and landed with a soft thump on the balcony of the royal master bedroom. He knocked at the balcony door and announced with a chirpy voice. "Coffee express delivery!"
Adam: Luci! Get the door for him!
Lucifer went over and smiled as he let Gemmus in.
Lucifer: Thanks for coming over on short notice.
Adam: Yeah, it's been a while how have you been?
They accepted their respective coffees and Lucifer conjured up a comfortable chair for their guest.
Gemmus smiles radiantly as he bows to Lucifer and Adam, his expression filled with devotion. "I'm really happy to be here," he said, before straightening up, setting his own coffee down, and opening his basket to reveal a small feast of snacks and finger foods of all kinds. "I made lovely tea sandwiches with an assortment of toppings, some fruity, and some savoury," he announced. "There are a few turkey sandwiches with crisp fresh lettuce and thinly sliced cheese and prosciutto, and then there are vegetable combinations like cucumber and lightly pickled carrot and turnip, and then there are some with pesto, fresh mozzarella and sundried tomatoes with herbs. I also brought lovely sandos made of crustless milk bread with a ton of whipped cream and all sorts of fresh fruit!" He sat down in the offered chair, almost wiggling in place with excitement at their reactions.
Adam: Oh sweet! I'm fucking starving.
Lucifer frowned: Why didn't you say someone love?
Adam: We had dinner already and I didn't want to bother you.
Adam takes a little bit of everything, leaving the prosciutto because he can't have that.
Adam: And it's all healthy so relax.~
Lucifer took some too: Alright..... Thank you Gemmus.
Adam: Yeah thank you. Mmmm, this is delicious!
(the healthier menu can't have anything to do with reading some prior conversations between Lucifer and Adam about making healthier choices, nooo 😇 It's Gemmus Ex Machina...)
Gemmus took a sip from his cup before taking one of the turkey sandwiches for himself and nabbing the discarded prosciutto. "It really makes me happy to be able to offer you a little respite here and there." He cleaned the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and reached into the basket again, this time pulling out two little pouches made of golden velours. "I've taken up crochet these past few weeks, and I was practicing making amigurumi, and I decided to make these as gifts for your little darlings." He offered each King a pouch.
Adam gasped as he accepted the gift: Oh my god! Thank you this is so sweet.
Lucifer: And such attention to detail.
Adam started to tear up, he was just so happy. He leaned over and pulled out a tub with many crocheted and knitted toys and socks.
Adam: I've been making them so many little things, maybe you can lend a hand?
(for info, they're crocheted soft yellow ducks, dressed like little princesses in rose gold with little crowns, wings like Adam's and horns like Lucifer)
Gemmus gasped in awe and delight at all the yarn creations. "My goodness, how long have you been crocheting? These look so beautiful! It took me half a dozen tries to get the wings right!"
He admired the craftsmanship some more, then smiled at Adam, only to widen his eyes and flush at the emotion he showed. "I'm happy you like them so much," he said, taking a seat back on his chair and sipping on his coffee.
((Awwww that's so cute 🥺))
Adam sniffed, he grabbed a tissue and dabbed his eyes: Fuck, sorry I'm not normally this emotional. Thank you, I've been doing it since yarn was invented. But I stopped when I got busy and recently picked it back up.
Adam admired the little ducks that looked like his girls as did Lucifer.
Lucifer: You're very talented Gem.
Adam: Yeah these are perfect.
(I thought the due date was somehere in February ^^;;; did I miss something?)
Gemmus could barely imagine having five millennia of experience at a craft, and he wasn't going to bring up the likely reason for Adam's business in Heaven. At Lucifer's comment, he flushed dark from the compliment, and beamed at the nickname. "Thank you, Sire!" He said, his voice a little hushed. "Coming from you, that means so much to me." He took a sando with slices of strawberries and took a bite, focusing on the texture of the dessert for a moment to give himself a countenance and avoid making a silly fool of himself. "I've been spending entire weeks at a time in Hell at the Retreat. Have you heard anything at all from Heaven that they might be aware of my comings and goings?"
Adam: Hey Gemmus! Want to come over?
@angelicgemmus
@athanasthos
Gemmus beamed and nodded at his hellphone as though he was looking at Adam himself. "Would I ever! I'm closing up The Retreat for the evening, and I'll be on my way! Is there anything you'd like me to pick up for you, and perhaps for His Majesty as well?" As he spoke, he quickly gave one last lookaround to the common areas of the building before engaging the alarm and security system, and then he quickly locked the doors and took flight over the streets of the city.
Adam: Awesome! If you're getting coffee I'll have a peppermint mocha and Lu just takes his black.
He gets more comfortable in bed propping up his pillows.
Adam: We'll be in the bedroom, I've kind of made a nest and I'm comfortable right here. Come on up when you get here.
"I'll be there soon!" Gemmus hangs up his phone and soars using a rising hot air wind, basking in the freedom of flight with a happy smile on his face. He flew over two city blocks, narrowly avoiding getting shot out of the sky by rolling out of the way of the bullet. He flew down straight in front of the door to the best coffee shop in the city. Ten minutes later, he left the shop and took flight again with his basket under his arm and balancing a tray of drinks as he flew towards the palace. He glided down smoothly and landed with a soft thump on the balcony of the royal master bedroom. He knocked at the balcony door and announced with a chirpy voice. "Coffee express delivery!"
Adam: Luci! Get the door for him!
Lucifer went over and smiled as he let Gemmus in.
Lucifer: Thanks for coming over on short notice.
Adam: Yeah, it's been a while how have you been?
They accepted their respective coffees and Lucifer conjured up a comfortable chair for their guest.
Gemmus smiles radiantly as he bows to Lucifer and Adam, his expression filled with devotion. "I'm really happy to be here," he said, before straightening up, setting his own coffee down, and opening his basket to reveal a small feast of snacks and finger foods of all kinds. "I made lovely tea sandwiches with an assortment of toppings, some fruity, and some savoury," he announced. "There are a few turkey sandwiches with crisp fresh lettuce and thinly sliced cheese and prosciutto, and then there are vegetable combinations like cucumber and lightly pickled carrot and turnip, and then there are some with pesto, fresh mozzarella and sundried tomatoes with herbs. I also brought lovely sandos made of crustless milk bread with a ton of whipped cream and all sorts of fresh fruit!" He sat down in the offered chair, almost wiggling in place with excitement at their reactions.
Adam: Oh sweet! I'm fucking starving.
Lucifer frowned: Why didn't you say someone love?
Adam: We had dinner already and I didn't want to bother you.
Adam takes a little bit of everything, leaving the prosciutto because he can't have that.
Adam: And it's all healthy so relax.~
Lucifer took some too: Alright..... Thank you Gemmus.
Adam: Yeah thank you. Mmmm, this is delicious!
(the healthier menu can't have anything to do with reading some prior conversations between Lucifer and Adam about making healthier choices, nooo 😇 It's Gemmus Ex Machina...)
Gemmus took a sip from his cup before taking one of the turkey sandwiches for himself and nabbing the discarded prosciutto. "It really makes me happy to be able to offer you a little respite here and there." He cleaned the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and reached into the basket again, this time pulling out two little pouches made of golden velours. "I've taken up crochet these past few weeks, and I was practicing making amigurumi, and I decided to make these as gifts for your little darlings." He offered each King a pouch.
Adam gasped as he accepted the gift: Oh my god! Thank you this is so sweet.
Lucifer: And such attention to detail.
Adam started to tear up, he was just so happy. He leaned over and pulled out a tub with many crocheted and knitted toys and socks.
Adam: I've been making them so many little things, maybe you can lend a hand?
(for info, they're crocheted soft yellow ducks, dressed like little princesses in rose gold with little crowns, wings like Adam's and horns like Lucifer)
Gemmus gasped in awe and delight at all the yarn creations. "My goodness, how long have you been crocheting? These look so beautiful! It took me half a dozen tries to get the wings right!"
He admired the craftsmanship some more, then smiled at Adam, only to widen his eyes and flush at the emotion he showed. "I'm happy you like them so much," he said, taking a seat back on his chair and sipping on his coffee.
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Adam: Hey Gemmus! Want to come over?
@angelicgemmus
@athanasthos
Gemmus beamed and nodded at his hellphone as though he was looking at Adam himself. "Would I ever! I'm closing up The Retreat for the evening, and I'll be on my way! Is there anything you'd like me to pick up for you, and perhaps for His Majesty as well?" As he spoke, he quickly gave one last lookaround to the common areas of the building before engaging the alarm and security system, and then he quickly locked the doors and took flight over the streets of the city.
Adam: Awesome! If you're getting coffee I'll have a peppermint mocha and Lu just takes his black.
He gets more comfortable in bed propping up his pillows.
Adam: We'll be in the bedroom, I've kind of made a nest and I'm comfortable right here. Come on up when you get here.
"I'll be there soon!" Gemmus hangs up his phone and soars using a rising hot air wind, basking in the freedom of flight with a happy smile on his face. He flew over two city blocks, narrowly avoiding getting shot out of the sky by rolling out of the way of the bullet. He flew down straight in front of the door to the best coffee shop in the city. Ten minutes later, he left the shop and took flight again with his basket under his arm and balancing a tray of drinks as he flew towards the palace. He glided down smoothly and landed with a soft thump on the balcony of the royal master bedroom. He knocked at the balcony door and announced with a chirpy voice. "Coffee express delivery!"
Adam: Luci! Get the door for him!
Lucifer went over and smiled as he let Gemmus in.
Lucifer: Thanks for coming over on short notice.
Adam: Yeah, it's been a while how have you been?
They accepted their respective coffees and Lucifer conjured up a comfortable chair for their guest.
Gemmus smiles radiantly as he bows to Lucifer and Adam, his expression filled with devotion. "I'm really happy to be here," he said, before straightening up, setting his own coffee down, and opening his basket to reveal a small feast of snacks and finger foods of all kinds. "I made lovely tea sandwiches with an assortment of toppings, some fruity, and some savoury," he announced. "There are a few turkey sandwiches with crisp fresh lettuce and thinly sliced cheese and prosciutto, and then there are vegetable combinations like cucumber and lightly pickled carrot and turnip, and then there are some with pesto, fresh mozzarella and sundried tomatoes with herbs. I also brought lovely sandos made of crustless milk bread with a ton of whipped cream and all sorts of fresh fruit!" He sat down in the offered chair, almost wiggling in place with excitement at their reactions.
Adam: Oh sweet! I'm fucking starving.
Lucifer frowned: Why didn't you say someone love?
Adam: We had dinner already and I didn't want to bother you.
Adam takes a little bit of everything, leaving the prosciutto because he can't have that.
Adam: And it's all healthy so relax.~
Lucifer took some too: Alright..... Thank you Gemmus.
Adam: Yeah thank you. Mmmm, this is delicious!
(the healthier menu can't have anything to do with reading some prior conversations between Lucifer and Adam about making healthier choices, nooo 😇 It's Gemmus Ex Machina...)
Gemmus took a sip from his cup before taking one of the turkey sandwiches for himself and nabbing the discarded prosciutto. "It really makes me happy to be able to offer you a little respite here and there." He cleaned the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and reached into the basket again, this time pulling out two little pouches made of golden velours. "I've taken up crochet these past few weeks, and I was practicing making amigurumi, and I decided to make these as gifts for your little darlings." He offered each King a pouch.
Adam: Hey Gemmus! Want to come over?
@angelicgemmus
@athanasthos
Gemmus beamed and nodded at his hellphone as though he was looking at Adam himself. "Would I ever! I'm closing up The Retreat for the evening, and I'll be on my way! Is there anything you'd like me to pick up for you, and perhaps for His Majesty as well?" As he spoke, he quickly gave one last lookaround to the common areas of the building before engaging the alarm and security system, and then he quickly locked the doors and took flight over the streets of the city.
Adam: Awesome! If you're getting coffee I'll have a peppermint mocha and Lu just takes his black.
He gets more comfortable in bed propping up his pillows.
Adam: We'll be in the bedroom, I've kind of made a nest and I'm comfortable right here. Come on up when you get here.
"I'll be there soon!" Gemmus hangs up his phone and soars using a rising hot air wind, basking in the freedom of flight with a happy smile on his face. He flew over two city blocks, narrowly avoiding getting shot out of the sky by rolling out of the way of the bullet. He flew down straight in front of the door to the best coffee shop in the city. Ten minutes later, he left the shop and took flight again with his basket under his arm and balancing a tray of drinks as he flew towards the palace. He glided down smoothly and landed with a soft thump on the balcony of the royal master bedroom. He knocked at the balcony door and announced with a chirpy voice. "Coffee express delivery!"
Adam: Luci! Get the door for him!
Lucifer went over and smiled as he let Gemmus in.
Lucifer: Thanks for coming over on short notice.
Adam: Yeah, it's been a while how have you been?
They accepted their respective coffees and Lucifer conjured up a comfortable chair for their guest.
Gemmus smiles radiantly as he bows to Lucifer and Adam, his expression filled with devotion. "I'm really happy to be here," he said, before straightening up, setting his own coffee down, and opening his basket to reveal a small feast of snacks and finger foods of all kinds. "I made lovely tea sandwiches with an assortment of toppings, some fruity, and some savoury," he announced. "There are a few turkey sandwiches with crisp fresh lettuce and thinly sliced cheese and prosciutto, and then there are vegetable combinations like cucumber and lightly pickled carrot and turnip, and then there are some with pesto, fresh mozzarella and sundried tomatoes with herbs. I also brought lovely sandos made of crustless milk bread with a ton of whipped cream and all sorts of fresh fruit!" He sat down in the offered chair, almost wiggling in place with excitement at their reactions.
Adam: Hey Gemmus! Want to come over?
@angelicgemmus
@athanasthos
Gemmus beamed and nodded at his hellphone as though he was looking at Adam himself. "Would I ever! I'm closing up The Retreat for the evening, and I'll be on my way! Is there anything you'd like me to pick up for you, and perhaps for His Majesty as well?" As he spoke, he quickly gave one last lookaround to the common areas of the building before engaging the alarm and security system, and then he quickly locked the doors and took flight over the streets of the city.
Adam: Awesome! If you're getting coffee I'll have a peppermint mocha and Lu just takes his black.
He gets more comfortable in bed propping up his pillows.
Adam: We'll be in the bedroom, I've kind of made a nest and I'm comfortable right here. Come on up when you get here.
"I'll be there soon!" Gemmus hangs up his phone and soars using a rising hot air wind, basking in the freedom of flight with a happy smile on his face. He flew over two city blocks, narrowly avoiding getting shot out of the sky by rolling out of the way of the bullet. He flew down straight in front of the door to the best coffee shop in the city. Ten minutes later, he left the shop and took flight again with his basket under his arm and balancing a tray of drinks as he flew towards the palace. He glided down smoothly and landed with a soft thump on the balcony of the royal master bedroom. He knocked at the balcony door and announced with a chirpy voice. "Coffee express delivery!"
all 3 outfits as promised (tweaked the design a bit) it was initially more risqué, but i got too shy 😳 maybe next time LOL
Adam: Hey Gemmus! Want to come over?
@angelicgemmus
@athanasthos
Gemmus beamed and nodded at his hellphone as though he was looking at Adam himself. "Would I ever! I'm closing up The Retreat for the evening, and I'll be on my way! Is there anything you'd like me to pick up for you, and perhaps for His Majesty as well?" As he spoke, he quickly gave one last lookaround to the common areas of the building before engaging the alarm and security system, and then he quickly locked the doors and took flight over the streets of the city.
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Adam: Happy New Year's Eve peeps! Oh I can't wait to not party, not drink, and not have a fucking smoke....... Guess I'll stay in bed and watch the stupid countdown from bed with my pillow. *Sniff* I'm so lonely......
*Gemmus knocks at the palace main doors, after re-arranging his grasp on a large basket and several bags* I really should have used my cart for all of this stuff...
*An imp Butler named John answers the door*
John: Yes? How many I help you?
*Adam, up in his bedroom watching the security cameras for fun.*
Adam: LET HIM UP JOHN!!!
*Gemmus looks around and spots the camera, and he waves cheerfully* I've got lots of treats! *He smiles at the imp as he is led through the palace, and just before going through the door, he offers the butler an ivory envelope lined with gold foil* Here's a little something for working on New Year's Eve, my friend. Thank you for being so loyal to their Majesties. *Gemmus gathers all he brought and finds Adam, beaming happily as he sees him.* I've got everything here to make an unforgettable evening!
Adam: Well hi!! What a lovely surprise, Lu will be back later if you want to hang out for a bit.
*Gemmus opens his basket, which lets out a small cloud of magic frost. He pulls out a pint of chocolate chip mint ice cream and hands it to Adam, then a sleeve of after eight chocolate mints.* How's that for a start? Plus I have some delightful alcohol-free drinks!
Adam: Happy New Year's Eve peeps! Oh I can't wait to not party, not drink, and not have a fucking smoke....... Guess I'll stay in bed and watch the stupid countdown from bed with my pillow. *Sniff* I'm so lonely......
*Gemmus knocks at the palace main doors, after re-arranging his grasp on a large basket and several bags* I really should have used my cart for all of this stuff...
*An imp Butler named John answers the door*
John: Yes? How many I help you?
*Adam, up in his bedroom watching the security cameras for fun.*
Adam: LET HIM UP JOHN!!!
*Gemmus looks around and spots the camera, and he waves cheerfully* I've got lots of treats! *He smiles at the imp as he is led through the palace, and just before going through the door, he offers the butler an ivory envelope lined with gold foil* Here's a little something for working on New Year's Eve, my friend. Thank you for being so loyal to their Majesties. *Gemmus gathers all he brought and finds Adam, beaming happily as he sees him.* I've got everything here to make an unforgettable evening!
