― i won't go quietly.

The human walked along the edge of the dome at the same spot where she often went to look at it. She hated that there was nothing she could do about it or for those who felt trapped like she did. She at least had her siblings and Cain and Edgar and a few others that she actually trusted and tended to confide in, yet she still didn’t know many people in the town, so it was a bit scary for her to think that if something huge were to happen, she’d have no where to go. She didn’t feel safe. The brunette sighed and curiously went to touch the dome, she had never done it before and wondered how it felt. @veilsstarters​

The saying was that bad things came in threes. Well Ava had lost count of every terrible and frustrating situation since she came to Wildemount but she was certain they were well past the third strike. Just add chucking drinks at strangers to the list. 

She did as she was asked and returned with a cup of water from the bar and a cloth napkin, courtesy of the bartender who had a look on their face that said something like this wasn’t the first it’s happened. “Here,” she dipped the end of the napkin into the water and with her other hand pinched a bit of his stained shirt between her fingers. Ava sat and started dabbing at the spot unaware that this was potentially a little too close for comfort. “So do you have drinks thrown on you often or am I lucky number one?” She joked, hoping to ease the tension. 

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“I’m not looking for work tonight.” Bellamy’s words were rough coming off of his windpipe, voice rubbing through the quiet night like sandpaper. The only other sound that accompanied being the slight ringing of a cloth polishing against the blade in his hands. It wasn’t often that he was known to take a night off; unheard of to close his pockets off to anyone who might be willing to pay for a spell, or even a fight. But being in Wildemount - every day bringing a new challenge he was hardly prepared for - was beginning to wear hard on his nerves. The Warlock desperate for a night alone in his camp without having to worry about what the hell would be hunting him down before sunset. “If you’re here to hire, then come back tomorrow,” He mentioned, only glancing up toward his guest for a moment before giving his attention back fully to his blade. “Otherwise, you can fuck off.” 

The color that rushed to her cheeks seemed to take its time fading away and Ava wished, desperately, that she could blame it on the alcohol. Instead here she was fumbling around for napkins as the stranger whose facial expression said the accident was anything but “fine”. 

“I think there’s some napkins over there.” She pointed to the still empty booth. “I’m really sorry again. I swear I’m not even that drunk-” Ava wasn’t sure if this was a lie or not. “But you’re probably right!” Her voice jumped awkwardly as she pushed through the small crowd, not checking to see if he was following her or not. 

he could sense she wasn’t human -- so, perhaps, she was honest when she said she wasn’t even that drunk. regardless, he was going to smell like alcohol for the rest of the evening. there were worse things out there.

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Ava wasn’t much of a drinker. Not because she couldn’t hold her liquor or even despised the taste. It was mainly because she didn’t like who she was when she drank. Impatient, stubborn, too honest and open. Quick to say the first thing on her mind, not keeping a single secret to herself. She only drank on rare occasions. Big outings or nights like the one she was having right now. 

She had been back in Wildemount for just over a week, trying to escape all the strange chaos that was drowning her lately. However it only seemed to follow her here, worsening the farther she went. She thought coming back and meeting her father was the hard part. Then the dome fell around the village. 

Ava sat atop a sticky bar stool at a sticky pub with a sticky glass clutched in her hand. She’d already forgotten what she ordered but one delicate sniff told her it was heavy on the whisky. They never messed around in Wildemount. She heaved a sigh before glancing to her right, eyeing an empty booth. The bar top was getting a little crowded. She moved to turn and stand before feeling herself crash into the person behind her. 

“Shit.” Whatever was in the drink was now half spilled on the floor and the person in front of her. “God, I- I’m so sorry. Just one more thing to go wrong, right?” Ava offered a strained, sheepish smile. 

an archangel in a bar. a non-traditional sight, to say the least, although far from the first time. michael had come to realize that one of humanity’s greatest past times was drinking. there was a reason his vessel, before it was a vessel, had a problem with it. michael certainly wasn’t that far gone but it was one of the few places he frequented with any regularity. when not searching for answers, he could be kind of a recluse. he wasn’t the social sort -- didn’t have the patience for people that some of his brothers had (nor the disgust, as the other one did). he had even less patience for questionably-intoxicated ones that spilled their drinks on him. 

he rolled his eyes when his brother said that he would protect the humans.  "you know, you shouldn’t have to protect them now.“  he made a face, something that showed the distaste the humans left him with.  "father has abandoned you all.  you, the other angels, the humans.  everyone has been abandoned now, and i don’t know why you think that you still need to help them, or to help him for that matter.”  it didn’t matter what he said to michael, it never would as far as he was concerned, so he wasn’t even sure why he bothered.  "don’t you think if he actually cared, he would be here right now, fixing these veils?“

Archangel. Anna held Leilani much closer into her now, she had no idea if the glamour was working on him but when he asked why she had a human baby, she silently thanked those who had performed the glamour. “Because I gave birth to her? nothing has manifested yet, not that it’s any of your business.” 

Kam, unable to sleep (as per the usual lately), had spent a large part of the night trying to find one very dusty very ancient spell book his mother had given him. Also as per usual lately, the book he was searching for pertained to the dead. Kam thought if he could only speak to Johi, just for a second, somehow she might be able to help him figure things out. Or, if not, he’d at least be speaking to her. Then, of course, the spell he was most interested in had a genus of mushroom that had clearly been referred to as something else in the very distant past. So it’d been a few more hours trying to do Sumerian translation, and when that didn’t work, a few more trying to search every plant book he had to find a match with just the visual depiction.

When Kam had finally found the proper mushroom–hydnellum pecki, apparently–it was daybreak. The perfect time to actually go and find it. So for the past few hours Kam had been at the lake, searching meticulously for this one rare kind of mushroom that might not even grow in this blasted town. Eyes trained on the ground, and very, very sleep deprived, it was no wonder he didn’t see the tree in front of him and ended up banging his head when he stepped forward. “Damn,” he muttered, hoping that he was as alone as he thought he was and that nobody had actually seen that. 

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michael was at a loss. had been, really, since the beginning. the angels had been completely unprepared for the fall of the veils -- cast from heaven, confused and hurt. they’d lost many of their lower ranks. the archangel had been scrambling to balance his weakened troops with the mystery of what had happened to the veils and how to fix them. he’d found himself in many strange places on the merest whisper of an answer. today, one of those whispers had led him to deep into the woods. it wasn’t the first time that had happened nor, did it seem, would it be the first time he came here unsuccessfully. 

A morning in the park couldn’t hurt them right? The glamour was firmly in place by now so that Leilani would pass off as a human baby instead of something more spectacular than that. Anna was stood at the pond, Leilani all bundled up in a large coat, a wooly hat, gloves, whatever it took to keep her warm but she was giggling in glee whenever Anna quacked at her. “Duckies say quack.” She bounced her against her hip light then took a cautious look around, just in case. 

Once she saw that things seemed to be clear, she moved and sat on a bench nearby instead next to someone, being away from the pond upset Leilani. “Aw shh, you can still see the ducks from here.” She turned her around on her lap which made her go quiet. “Kids huh?” She looked at the person next to her, evidently desperate for adult conversation right now.

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Gabe shrugged. “It’s only a waste if you believe it is, brother.” He sipped on his own drink and realized that it had been almost years since him and his brother even spoke. Of course, with everything happening with the veils, Gabriel was happy to help. “So, what is your grand plan then?” He asked him. “You know I’m happy to help. You just say the word and ya know..” He motioned a kind of swish action, trying to mimic a sword. He chuckled. His brother didn’t seem amused by it. “I just mean, if you’re going to fight, I’ll be by your side.” 

“Interesting.” She commented. Octavia could never understand how people could be so open right off the bat. She always found her thoughts to be… well just meant to remain as thoughts. She only really shared them if she was comfortable enough to do so. “I did.” She stated. “But the question is if I’ll go through with it…” which was the hard part about the whole ordeal. She wasn’t sure if she had the guts to do it.

It was taking everything in Malachi to not suddenly jump to people’s defences or declare his feelings for a Prince of hell, so the Angel decided to keep Michael in the dark a little longer. “I spend most of my days with Cosimo, you know we come as a pair and I will keep you updated.”

lucifer rolled his eyes when michael asked what he was doing here, “truthfully?  i’m here to see what the big fuss is all about.  father wanted all these humans to have free will and now look what they’ve done?”  he gestured around them, meaning to be gesturing to the fact that the veils were crumbling.  “fathers little toys have ruined everything else that he’s ever created, and yet he manages to hold them in a higher regard than he will ever hold us.”  it was no secret that he’d never liked the humans, or why he didn’t like them, but finally he was getting a chance to actually speak to his brother about it, instead of just being immediately shut down.  “besides that, i’m here to cause a little chaos, help the humans show their true colors, maybe get our father to finally see them for what they are.”

    eyes ran rabid, breath still heavy within her chest until little pieces of glass shards glimmer from reflection. jaw agape, brows knitted and a pause in her posture.  the fear had been swept away with anger.   ‘    did    you    just    break    into    my    restaurant    just    to    make    a    mess   ?   ’  cue a pout and a whimper of frustration —-   she  was not a happy camper. ‘  fine  ,   bye   !   i’ll    just    clean    this    up   myself    !    ’