𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 ?

independent . selective . moderate activity crime based original character by noct

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆  ( slow but always accepting )| 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 low activity

“ 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙵 .    ”        she grins,   showing a mischievous flare as she looks up at the taller male.   a innocence blooming over her features.     (  …   eyes regarding every twitch of his lips  )          “    hmm are you not.   ”      she says softly.    proving she believed him.   she didn’t know what it was,   maybe her own familial connections but she believed him.          “now all that does    .  .  .  .    is make me even more curious  !!  ”    

            out of fear,   because staying in her comfort zone is better,   because she cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel—-        “  dunno,   dude.  i’m just sellin’ weed.  ”     and hard drugs,   and secrets,   and her own soul.     “  ‘s a good income,  you know?    you got other suggestions then be my guest.  ”    she shrugs and shifts uncomfortably in the spring cold breeze,   pulling the leather jacket tighter around her.

Personal emotional support animal. It was crudely put, but not wholly inaccurate. “Pretty much,” he said, admitting what had just been said. “I’m like…an insurance card. You hope you don’t need me, but when you do, you’re glad as fuck that I’m there.” He shrugged, falling into step beside the other man. “I let them know who’s lying, who’s a cop, who’s not doing what they’re supposed to do, what deals might not be such a good idea. I’m…” His voice broke off, thinking of how to put what he was trying to say into the appropriate words. “Honestly, I’m pretty surprised they let me come here as unescorted as I have…they’re usually more careful than that.”

Which meant they trusted Nikolas implicitly; there was simply no other answer that made sense.

“Lead the way. We don’t really shake hands, but I’ll make an exception for this. If I can touch them, I might be able to get a better read on them. One at a time is better; more than that and it tends to short circuit my abilities…too many auras at once.” They walked for a few steps before Kitae paused, head canting back toward his host. “And if you have anyone in particular you want me to look at – that you might suspect – let’s meet them first. After a while, colors start to bled together.” His powers wouldn’t fizzle out, but it left him with a headache and a bad mood – two things that didn’t make him the best company. “And then after, drinks? I can always use a drink after a mass reading.”

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐄 . 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓  .  they  thrive  in  recognizing  it  within  one  another  ,  in  objects  ,  in  permanence  .  value  and  power  tend  to  come  hand  in  hand  ,  those  that  have  both  are  considered  unstoppable  ,  and  where  one  is  lacking  ?  well  ---  they  seek  out  the  ones  with  what  they  need  .  he  assumes  this  is  how  kitae  came  within  the  grasps  of  his  handlers  .  how  easily  the  weaker  man  can  be  swayed  by  such  a  useful  tool  to  the  trade  .  the  weaker  man  ,  of  course  ---  nikolas  petran  would  prefer  not  to  conform  himself  to  that  .  

❛      your  bosses  aren’t  fools    ❜    he’s  careful  to  use  the  word  bosses  as  opposed  to  handlers  in  this  topic  ,  ❛      they  likely  know  you  are  safer  here  than  you  would  be  anywhere  else  -  likely  even  in  your  own  home      ❜

❝ Well, ❞ she began, nose wrinkled in slight distaste. ❝ I always assume that a job is going to be hard               it’s just so depressing when I’m right ! ❞ Amelia could only sigh. ❝ Not that this is the hardest job I’ve ever had. There are a few that I deem much worse than this. ❞

“[ .  .  . ]𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝚄𝙳𝙶𝙴 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴  .    ”      she chuckles lightly before she too falls silent.   sea green eyes watching the other before she cuts her look away,  staring up at the sky as his words settle over her like a shackle.   binding deep into her soul and cutting straight through the truth.“    something like that.   but it is,  what it is.    ”        she couldn’t deny it.   she was over 3000 years old.   and had found comfort in ways that made her feel not so along.       (  …   at least momentarily  )        

“  why would i want subtle?  ”     she asks with an arch of her brow,    turning on her side to look at him.     there is nothing subtle about callidora   —   she is a canvas painted in bright reds and splattered with black dots,    she is the rise of the tide,    a scream of anger in the middle of the night.     subtlety would mean being able to control yourself and callidora lacks that self-control.     “  to hell with that.    i want people to know what i am and who i am.     why beat ‘round the bush ‘bout it?  ”     a shrug of her shoulders and she extends her arms and legs across the sand,   feeling it caress her skin.       “  if people don’t pee themselves a little when they hear your name are you really that strong?  ”

“Promises? What makes you think he didn’t jump at the opportunity to host an archangel?” Uriel matched Pestilence’s upticked eyebrow, face otherwise remaining passive. “There are those out there that would die for the opportunity to know this kind of power, this kind of divinity.” He had made promises though, promises that may or may not come to fruition, depending on the depth and scope of the looming war. It would be hard to make someone a confident actor when the entire world’s stage was burning to the ground.

“All things must end,” Uriel agreed, “but those things should only end where there is no other alternative. We have alternatives here.” Lucifer’s death, the dismantling of Hell – those were all options on the table. As was his Father returning home an putting an end to the war between his angels, something he’d always been hesitant to do. But then, perhaps they had a better chance of watching pigs fly.

Unceremoniously, he took a seat – almost in a huff. “I do know how the story goes, but I also know that the story’s ending is…murky at best. As you’ve said yourself, your associates are already here, but the ending isn’t in sight – not yet. It could be centuries, longer even, before Lucifer’s plan comes into sharper focus.” He assumed that was the brother Pestilence spoke of, because surely he would not be speaking of  Michael. He was not the one looking to bring an ending to everything out of some misbegotten sense of unfairness. “Tell me what you know of my brother’s plan, and let’s work together to bring it to an end. That is what is right, Pestilence. You know this.”  Of course, he had his motivations for wanting the world to continue spinning, secrets upon secrets that needed to be maintained. “Come now, old friend. You must know something, or else you wouldn’t have made it so easy for me to find you.”

𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  ,  some  variation  of  a  smile  looks  to  form  ,  but  it  fails  within  the  sharp  edges  of  his  jaw  .  ❛      and  then  the  usual  thing  with  humans  ,  is  once  they  have  it  ---  they  don’t  want  to  let  it  go  ,  in  fact  they  only  want  more  .        ❜  a  pause  ,  he’s  seen  firsthand  too  many  wars  battled  over  nothing  and  everything  all  at  once  ,  ❛        that’s  why  this  promise  of  power  is  nothing  but  snake  oil  ,  they  are  not  the  ones  that  get  to  control  the  power  ,  they  only  get  to  be  a  host  -  but  i  suppose  they  all  long  for  that  special  place  in  their  heaven  once  the  well  has  dried  up    ❜

angels  ,  are  they  not  just  parasites  like  their  demonic  counterparts  ? 

attention  piques  at  the  mention  of  alternatives  ,  other  passageways  ,  alternative  routes  ,  they  all  lead  to  the  same  place  .  all  roads  after  all  ;  lead  to  rome  .  ❛    what  is  your  alternative  then  ,  uriel  ?  how  do  you  expect  it  to  be  nothing  more  than  a  mere  bandaid  on  the  inevitable  ?        ❜    it’s  true  ,  there  is  always  a  way  ,  but  just  like  his  own  existence  ,  there  must  be  a  balance  maintained  ,  two  sides  of  the  same  coin  ,  if  one  side  is  removed  from  the  equation  ,  what  do  the  archangels  think  will  happen  to  everything  else  caught  in  between  ?  

@bringwar​ said:   “ Let’s give them something they can’t ignore. ” ――   criminal minds sentence starters.   selectively accepting!

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒,   akin to torches leading into war ――   and it’s been quite some time,   having settled in a nice home,   thinking her family SAFE;   but one cannot win against nature.   And neither can one win against time.   Head tilts, the knitting of brows PENSIVE.   He’s piqued a primordial kind of interest ――   violence, war, revenge…   some people are born for it,   others of it.   Naturally, she responds,     “ Whatever you have in mind, Nikolas ――――   I’m all ears. ”

❛     why  watch  the  world  burn  ,  when  you  can  control  it  instead  ?      ❜