angel dust

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?

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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

“  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.  ”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.