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There was little hiding the note of admiration that seemed to wash over the deity's face at such an answer as well as the not-so-discreet look of delight that accompanied it. Admittedly, Koyash tended to see the good and beauty in people, always choosing to believe that most were inherently good rather than allowing himself to become bogged down with the ever-rampant and very human fear that there was more cruelty and selfishness in the world than anything otherwise.
But it was moments like this that kept that hope burning inside him. How many would have taken the easy way out? Using their abilities to their own advantage, to hurt others, not to help anyone but themselves whether for financial gain or simply some twisted sense of pleasure. Or how many would have simply walked away entirely?
"I commend your decision." Koyash admitted openly, a bright and proud smile claiming his tanned face. "I only wish your services were not needed, but... alas, nothing and no one is perfect." A more sombre and sobering fact of life, and not only among those on Earth, given his treacherous brother. "It must be... lonely, is it not? To undertake such a burden? Such a duty that you've elected to carry?"
Ever since surviving the factory, she never felt pride again, only guilt. It took a while to deconstruct all of that and spin it back into something positive, but even when she managed to rescue mutates and dismantle another factory, the notion of it being the least she could do vastly overshadowed any sense of accomplishment she might have felt.
But he looked outright proud of her, and it only made that odd sensation inside her spread further, grow warmer. For a moment there, she had to look away from him, not quite knowing what to do with herself in the face of such an unfamiliar feeling.
"Strangely, no." As his question allowed her to take the focus away from herself and speak of someone else - even if tangentially - she was able to meet his gaze once again, her own eyes softening at the memories. "I... was offered forgiveness that I most definitely did not deserve by someone I hurt. And he showed me that I could choose a different path, supported me until I could do it too. My entire life, I never had a problem going through things on my own, but this might just be the first time I'm actually not alone."
@letoile asked for a [ Umbrella Academy prompt ] "what's the secret, huh? protein shakes?" - from ororo/storm being a sassy thing
"I hate them, actually." She replied with the same good-natured ribbing despite her completely stoic tone. "They came in handy when I was studying, working and training at the same time, but I still hated them. It's half the reason why I learned to cook properly." By the time she was a professional fighter, Angel built her own diet plans with her trainer and nutritionist only fine tuning the details.
"It's pretty boring now that the mutation does a lot of the work, to be honest." It kept her at the peak of her physical prowess whether she wanted to or not, she felt like. Her training was meant to keep her mental state clear with a routine she was used to more than to actually maintain her strength.
"Best companion in the world, well... aside from the big man upstairs, of course." He couldn't hold back that last little remark, well aware that God would probably facepalm at that. Then again, he imagined he probably garnered a lot of facepalms from anyone and everyone who dared keep a close eye on his shenanigans.
Getting on, he made sure to give his passenger a moment to adjust just in case, though he had a feeling she was more than accustomed to motorbikes herself given the lack of surprise or hesitation when it came to riding one. Most others tended to at least throw a question or two in his direction. "Definitely not your first time then?" He mused looking back to her, unable to stop himself from throwing her a cheeky wink.
Starting it up, James made his way to the address that he'd taken in from the file, being careful to remain mindful of his passenger as he went, not overly used to having one. Yet it wasn't too long before they got to the house in question, coming to a stop on the street outside. "Usually, it takes a few glasses of wine and a movie before the cuddling starts." He rather wryly noted. "Looks like I'll have to write you an I.O.U."
The chuckle escaped her before she could even attempt to stop it at his need to add the little correction. When was the last time she had laughed so much with anyone, let alone someone she'd just met?
"Far from it." Angel teased back, finding herself less and less able to hold back the quickfire responses to his comments now that they weren't inside the church. "I own a couple myself." Granted, she was rarely ever the passenger, but she wasn't about to complain when she had her arms around a much too handsome and charming... priest. Dear lord. Hell might just open its gates under her feet right now.
Climbing down once they arrive, she took off the helmet and handed it back to him. Having pulled her hair down from the ponytail because of it, she ran her fingers through it to make herself more presentable, wondering if she should tie it up again as it definitely gave her a more 'official' appearance. The sound of his voice brought her out of her thoughts, painting a smile across her lips once more.
"Considering I was the one doing the cuddling, shouldn't I be the one buying dinner? But if you're offering, I'll take it."

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"My apologies. That must have terrifying within itself." The deity bowed his head to her out of sheer respect, certainly not judging her for accepting a way around, if not the only way around, such a final end. Maybe he couldn't understand from personal experience, what could illness do to a being that was immortal, or someone whose form was merely manufactured and not their only one -- - or their true one?
"And with these new abilities, might I ask what you have done with this... new lease on life, as one might put it?" He enquired with that seemingly endless curiosity, taking the chance to ask now with the knowledge that it wasn't every day he'd find himself in a similar situation again. Not unless deliberate, but he liked some unpredictability in his existence -- - it was just one of the reasons he cared for all life on Earth in the first place.
His simple, earnest statement has something twisting inside her. A flare of emotion in the pit of her stomach that she was wholly unprepared for. Angel was used to dealing with hardship in silence and on her own. To have a virtual stranger express sorrow for her was certainly new.
His curiosity seemed boundless, but she could tell it wasn't malicious in any way. The closest anyone had come to this line of questioning were the SHIELD agents who'd assessed her upon entry, and there was nothing but malice there. She'd just swapped one organization wanting to use her for another. Still, she had no qualms answering if she felt like whoever was asking could handle the information.
"I figured since I've gotten these godforsaken powers, I might as well use them for good, right?" She mused with a one-shouldered shrug. "There are still plenty of factories manufacturing mutates and selling them off as living weapons."
In all honesty, he hadn't entirely realized how much of a following he had been getting. The tattoos no doubt made him stand out, recognizable from the some of the stunts recorded not by him but onlookers who were shocked or surprised. It always differed on the person. So he shrugs at her reaction to his words, though there was more of a double meaning there than the other would know. In the end, however, he was making a mental note to relax on the reckless activity for some time. Let everything around him die down a bit before he went back out for one of his adrenaline fixes.
"I definitely didn't mean to get popular like that." Leon chuckles just a bit as a hand lifts to scratch at the back of shaved sides. "Since I don't post them I can see why." His tattooed hand then falls, now reaching out to give the to the other to shake. "Leon, and uh I don't want to call you a fan because it feels weird to have one when I don't really do anything to have any." He chuckles a bit. "Your name?" He asks back, his typical crooked grin beginning to appear.
It's not just his strength. He has a palpable charisma to him that translates well into the videos passersby took. That and, of course, he also happens to be gorgeous. No wonder the videos took off the way they did. "Chris." She offers in return while shaking his hand with a smile tipping her lips.
"I wouldn't say a fan either, but most definitely an admirer." Her eyes wash over his figure searchingly. "I can usually take a guess as to the building blocks that led to someone's fighting style." As a former professional fighter and a practitioner of many styles herself long before she was trained in actual field combat, being able to pick that information up quickly helped her come up with strategies to fight off opponents much bigger than herself. "But yours has left me stumped." She would love to spar with him, but that hardly feels like something appropriate to say upon first meeting someone.
"Who needs threats when there's promises?" James remarked with the same ease as every breath, that mischievous look sparkling in his eyes. He really had little to no shame at this point and didn't even make a huge effort to hide who he truly was, being honest rather than trying to pretend he was some sort of saintly being. No human was and he certainly wasn't, so why bother trying to act any different?
With a nod, the Englishman turned back and grabbed his jacket, briefly going around the exits to lock the doors and anything else that needed to be locked away. He wasn't particularly worried about anything being stolen, but since he was technically a guest in said church for the time being, he at least had enough respect not to step on the usual guy's toes.
Finally, grabbing his motorbike helmet, he locked the front entrance and headed outside and down the side of the building, his black Honda CBR600F motorbike sitting there waiting for him. "Safety first." Came a sly smirk as he offered her the helmet. "Don't mind getting a slap on the wrist for not wearing one. As long as we keep that gorgeous head of yours safe, all's well, right?" He teased with a furthering one-sided grin, even a low chuckle leaving him. "I'd hold on tight though. Been a while since I've had a passenger."
A full smile spread across her lips at the sight of his Honda, not daring to touch her before he arrived, but definitely walking around her to get a better look. "Nice ride." She told him once he got there. One of her eyebrows arched at the offered helmet, her smile lingering at his charming reasoning.
Taking her car would instantly solve the problem, but going along with his antics was just too much fun. "Thanks." She put on the helmet without question, knowing that if they did get into an accident, she could keep both of them safe with little to no problem. She was definitely strong enough to keep herself steady on her own, or at least by holding onto the driver's waist if she wanted to play normal. But because he was so delightfully cheeky, she made a point to wrap her arms warmly around his middle.
"Like this?" And he would be able to hear the smile in her voice. If hell was actually a thing, Angel knew her ticket was already purchased long before she met the handsome priest, so she might as well enjoy the ride.
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** espionage / spy based sentence starters.
“ when they catch you they will kill you. but first they must catch you. ”
“ when the time is right, we’re going to make them pay. all of them. ”
“ but in all chaos, there is calculation. ”
“ i’m not in danger, i am danger. ”
“ we go to war with a smile on our faces. ”
“ but whatever you do, always be dressed to kill. ”
“ this ain’t no place for a hero. ”
“ i can do this. and even if i can’t, i have to. ”
“ my purpose is greater than my pain. ”
“ nothing scares me anymore. ”
“ there is some good in this world, and it is worth fighting for. ”
“ you should not be here. ”
“ i don’t think you understand what you’re messing with. ”
“ take cover ! ”
“ you take the lead, i’ll cover you. ”
“ i’m not who you think i am. ”
“ i knew you would come, eventually. ”
“ don’t you understand ? this is a trap ! ”
“ this will be your destruction. ”
“ make sure they don’t see you leave. ”
“ stop touching your ear, you’re making yourself known. ”
“ quick, follow me. ”
“ this is about to get really messy, isn’t it ? ”

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"What? Not intruding on date night, am I? Don't worry, I'm sure they won't be too jealous to know you're spending the day with a handsome priest." It was utterly effortlessly at this point, throwing in a cheeky wiggle of his eyes for good measure. "I'm sure you'll make it up to them." Finally, he stopped himself there, not that it kept that wry grin of his from proudly settling right across his lightly stumbled face.
Admittedly, James had intended to go right away even if she hadn't agreed to join him. The help would definitely be appreciated and likely save him a few bruises in some cases, but his own well-being was at the bottom of the list when it came to a kid in possible danger. Even if he wasn't possessed, the thought of leaving him alone with parents who thought he was didn't exactly insight confidence within him.
"Right then..." It was agreed, quickly going through what he needed to do before leaving. "Well, nice to meet you, Chris. Shame it's under these circumstances... maybe next time we can knock back a couple pints before running off into the sunset together." He really was pushing it now, mischief sparkling in those sky-blue eyes. "Call me James. Or Fr. James if you're feeling particularly pious." Though that grin likely said it all. "Give me a couple minutes to lock up and I'll meet you down the side of the building. Black motorbike, can't miss it."
She had to bite her lower lip to keep her small smile from breaking into a grin, clearly enjoying his banter and trying her best not to join in. As charming and funny as he was, that roman collar made it so she shouldn't joke around too much with him as she would with someone else. A shame, really. It wasn't often that a man's charm pulled her in like this.
But when he beat her to the invitation for a drink or two, even if in jest, she couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped her, nor the teasing retort. "Careful, Father. From my understanding, you shouldn't be threatening a girl with a good time like that." She'd never felt pious in her entire life and wasn't about to start now, but calling him Father kept any other stupid joke at bay. Hopefully.
"Sure." Heading out of the church, she went around to find where his bike was, walking past her own car parked outfront. Truth be told, considering the distance they'd have to cover and just overall safety, it would be better for her to drive them. But, as a proud owner of two motorcycles herself, she wanted to see what the charming priest was driving.
"Sounds like a fair deal." He didn't like the idea of tracking some poor kid down and having to drag him away for who knows what sort of punishment by the law. Being Matyr, he wasn't blind to the fact that not everyone was so welcoming of mutants and that not every cop would treat them the same as everyone else, regardless of what powers they had.
Or, conversely, if it didn't even reach that point and broke out into an all-out brawl between human police and mutants. Either way, nobody walked out of it well and the god certainly didn't want to be in the middle of it -- - or part of the cause. He would get a few extra names to add to the punishment list, but that wasn't exactly what he was looking for.
"Just what I was thinking." He agreed with a nod of his head, rummaging through one of his inside jacket pockets to find one of his own business cards, the name 'Matyr Han' at the top with his details below. "Swap you, Angel." He smoothly smiled cheekily, taking the card as he held out his own in return. "Name's Matyr."
A funny feeling took over her upon hearing his name. "Matyr." She couldn't help but test it out on her own tongue, confirming how the odd sensation flourished inside her. As if there was some sort of power tied to his name and to the act of speaking it.
Filing those thoughts to be examined later, she took the offered card and glanced over it for a second before safely storing it away. "It surely doesn't happen often under these circumstances, but..." Angel wasn't one to lie for the sake of pleasantries in the first place, but their meeting felt significant in a way she couldn't quite pinpoint just yet. "It was nice to meet you." As nice as a shady alley allowed.
Meeting someone powerful who wasn't hostile towards mutantkind didn't happen every day. It would be nice to remain in good terms with him, but if that wasn't possible, being aware of him and his line of work would be useful too. "I'll keep in touch, handsome."
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"So, a mutant with extra steps? Moving up in the world." The priest couldn't help himself, though despite his not-so-discreet teasing, he was really making it clear that it didn't bother him either way. He was more worried about some decent backup just in case things went awry. Dealing with a possession or a riled-up mutant was one thing, but a mix of the two? He wasn't a stranger to being thrown around like a ragdoll on occasion, but who knew what abilities the demon could get their hands on in the right mutant.
He wasn't keen on trying his hand. That, and his injuries took a longer time to heal in his older age than they once had.
Taking in a breath, the man tucked the file away under his arm, thought claiming him momentarily as he ran threw a few things in his head. Mainly his availability. "We could head over right now. No time like the present." That, and if the kid really was possessed, the longer it continued the worse off they'd be by the end of it. "Costs? If I was in this business for the money, I'd become a televangelist. No fee... " He couldn't help himself, throwing her a cheeky wink. "Lucky for you... my special talents are free. Well, those ones, at least." An all too amused smirk left him. "By the way, how do you feel about riding on the back of a motorbike?"
Despite her best efforts, she couldn't keep a half smile from tipping the right side of her lips at his antics. He seemed like the best type of person to go get a drink and share stories with. Were they even allowed to do that? It probably wouldn't stop her from asking either way. But they had more pressing matters to attend to right then.
"Well-" Angel began, but quickly shook her head to disperse the thoughts. "No, nevermind." With a face like that, he could start a cult if he wanted to. The traitorous voice sounded in her head regardless. At this point, she might as well walk out of the church because a part of her brain seemed to be taking the whole cleansing fire thing as a challenge.
Given that he didn't charge for his services and that she'd been the one to bring forth the case, the mutate was already assuming she'd be the one to drive them down there. But his offer had one of her eyebrows arching in surprise. "I'm okay with that." Her mouth promptly replied before the part of her brain that wasn't trying to get her thrown into the pits of hell could react.
Realizing she hadn't actually introduced herself yet, she offered her hand for him to shake. "Chris." Because the hell she'd been trying to avoid would freeze over before she introduced herself to a priest inside his church with her codename.

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"Got a client who wants eyes on a young mutant. Pretty sure he wants to use them like a weapon. Figured you might be interested."
"How fond are you of this client?" Probably not that much if he was passing on that type of information to her, but still. Better to ask and be sure.