hello everyone!! been wanting to try making an ask/rp blog for a bit, so here's my bird thing! maybe you've seen him around on my main, maybe not :]
basic lore summary -> he's a platoon leader currently on a routine survey of hell and has been given a small device to facilitate long distance communication with heaven and his superiors. this means that, in addition to anyone they might meet in hell, they can also interact with anyone in heaven at any given moment (or whoever can hack into his line, for that matter. which i imagine can't be terribly hard)
caliel uses he/they, mod uses she/her!
STARTING LOCATION: [Entrance to Limbo]
general lore info/tidbits:
- he's a little responsibility-averse and sort of wishes he could have a less important role but he's actually competent at his job so he just keeps getting more stuff to do
- they're really good at conflict resolution but hate getting involved so people usually have to drag them over to mediate
- he dislikes lying and is strangely good at sniffing out other people's lies. kind of like a sixth sense. strong ethics but won't stop you from laying in your bed if you've already made it
- he doesn't care much for the fake arm and prefers to go without it during combat and his day-to-day unless the occasion demands it
- same with leg armor! most of the time he uses a skirt not too different from gabriel's
- he has a crush on Michael but he's 8 layers of denial deep don't ask him about it (do ask him it would be really funny)
rules for interactions:
1. be normal! there's a person behind the blog y'know!
2. flirtatious/suggestive interactions are okay but please exercise common sense. don't send full-on nsfw asks those are awkward and make me feel uncomfortable
3. shipping is okay, but communicate with me! i don't bite! also. points at common sense rule
4. please no personal vent asks! in-character is fine, interactions with heavy themes too
5. i reserve the right to ignore/delete asks that make me uncomfortable! hitting da bricks and all
tag navigation:
cal-posting -> in-character posts
[Roger!] -> one-off asks
[Copy that.] -> starting rp interaction
[Over.] -> continuing rp interaction
[Incoming!] -> interactions with heaven
[Garbage noise.] -> ooc posts
[Visual transmission?] -> art tag
^ most recent ref, although he isn't wearing his usual skirt here!
also, this is the only post that'll go under main tags! wouldn't want to clog! if you see it you see it if you don't oh well
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In one of Limboâs many courtyards, the faint sound of metal thumping against the grass could be heard from behind one of the walls. It didnât take long before a small yellow machine, similar to a v-model, appeared from behind the wall, freezing up on sight. They stepped back, immediatly going into a defense position with their left arm (made up of a singular, large blade) set in front of them. However, they did not initiate combat.
( @prototype-vx )
As he stumbles into the square, he realizes with quiet surprise that he's somehow managed to find one of the last corners of this quite literally godforsaken place that hasn't been completely ransacked by its transients.
Mostly intact pillars line the walls and walkways at regular intervals, punctuated by plastic flowerbeds and unlit sconces. From one of the plaza's corners, a miraculously functioning speaker plays artificial birdsong. Caliel takes a moment to listen, closing his eyes just long enough to completely miss the canary-yellow machine emerging from the wall opposite him.
When he comes to, they lock eyes. Caliel tenses.
"Spear," he calls, calmly.
V-X immediately jumped back, readying their weapon in front of themselves once again. They whirred, staring back at the powers angel that stared them down.
Of course. It had to be a power. Out of all of the beings they could run in to....
It was a pain, of course. The angels in Hell were like parasites to V-X. Creatures that didn't belong, leeching their way in through the crevices of Hell's beautiful visage and corrupting everything they could get their hands on. But this one had still yet to initiate combat, despite summoning his spear.
"What do you want."
Her sign was blunt, not leaving any room for pleasantries. Usually she would be much nicer to a stranger, however....angels did not deserve that sort of respect. She only hoped that he would understand sign.
Without breaking his stance, he watched the machine sign. Their movements looked calculated, but then again, wasn't it all? Just products of whatever pre-set commands rattled around in their heads, if you could even call them that.
It hadn't made any move to attack. Was it broken? There was something a little off about itâits right leg didn't seem to match the rest of its body, and in the place of its left arm was a very large blade. He snorted internally at that.
He lowers his spear slightly.
"Are you... okay?"
They use their wing to roughly mimic the motions they'd seen it make. Talking to a machine, right. Great.
The shades around V-X's optic moved to "squint", staring at the angel, even more confused. Could he...not understand sign?
An annoyed huff came from their vents, nodding yet clearly annoyed. They looked around their surroundings for a moment, trying to find a solution to their problem...until they eyed one of the flowerbeds. Synthetic dirt lay around the plastic flowers, allowing her to write, at least to an extent.
She didn't take her eye off of the power for a minute, getting even more irritated by the second as she took a handful of dirt and carried it back to where they previously stood. They crouched down, hoping that the angel would not attempt to attack as they wrote out their message. Between every sentence they wrote, they mixed up the dirt and started to write again.
"I can't talk, asshole. Not stupid. I'll ask again. What do you want."
After her final sentence she looked back up at the angel, standing up. Though that didn't do much, given her short stature.
He stayed in place as V-X ambled over to the flowerbeds and watched it work, curiosity getting the better of him. So these are the things that caused the downfall of humanity. A little underwhelming, to be honest.
He marvelled for a second at their movement. How fluid their motions seemed, how much their gait resembled that of a living being. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd even think it looked annoyed as it came back to plop a fistful of dirt in front of him. When it started writing in it, he was almost at a loss for words. Almost.
"You can think?" Nobody told me they could think! Did heaven know about this? It seemed like something damn worth mentioning in his mission briefing!
Completely dumbfounded, he failed to register the message itself until a moment later, adding:
"Hey! I'm not-I don't-That's not-"
Okay, it hasn't been outwardly hostile. Maybe I can get out of this without a fight. Unless it's a trick.
"I don't believe that's a matter of your concern, machine. Now, I'll ask youâwhy haven't you attacked?"
V-X looked up at Caliel upon the first remark. They were fuming. Every part of them wanted to abandon the idea of staying civil and rip the angel to shreds, but...it wasn't worth the effort, nor was it worth losing more blood. Their levels weren't optimal as it was.
She huffed again as she crouched down to start writing into the dirt once more, clearly agitated at this point.
"Not worth my time. Don't care."
V-X stood up once again, practically glaring a hole through Caliel's head. They were having such a good day too, some good combat provided by Hell and nothing standing in their way...and the moment they step aside to regain themselves after getting a little too overzealous with a group of Cerberi, they had to encounter a power. Great. Exactly how they wanted to spend the rest of their day.
Reading machines was hardâinfact, it was something he didn't realize he'd ever have to do until nowâbut he was getting the idea this one was feeling a little miffed. Still, he wanted to wrap his head around the whole situation.
"This is so strange. I didn't think you'd have a need to communicate in the first place. Aren't you all just trying to kill each other anyway? Is this just some sort of convoluted diversion protocol? Am I about to be ambushed?"
He glanced around the square one more time, looking for signs of any other machines.
V-X silently stared at Caliel before breaking out into a series of chitters and beeps, somewhat resembling a laugh. They leaned forward, starting to write in the dirt again.
âAll machines programmed with sentience. Some have more from Hellâs blessing. Like me.â
Once they finished writing they sat back, looking up at Caliel. The fact that he had assumed that this was a setup, some sort of protocol, was incredibly amusing to them. Machines had been sentient ever since the first gutterman was built, and this power was just now learning this? It was laughable. V-X knew angels tended to be stupid, but they didnât know it was this bad.
He jumped a little at V-X's outburst, his wing feathers ruffling slightly. Maybe it really was malfunctioning? Examining their message, he smoothed them back down and returned their look, his head tilted at an angle.
"Programmed... those are your commands, correct? You're commanded to think, and then told to kill? Sounds a little sadistic, even for war-machines. It seems much simpler to just skip the thinking part."
He took a good long look at the machine in front of him. It hardly looked like any living creature he knew, all metal and polymer, but, if what it was saying was true, it was no different than the sinners that made it. The idea made him feel something like unease tinged with pity.
âHumans are cruel. Hunger overrides sentience. Must kill for fuel.â
V-X wrote in the dirt once again, omitting one detail that was programmed into herself specifically. The need for praise.
She hadnât encountered any other machines with a similar directive, not yet at least. A nagging need for verbal reassurance pulling at her core, sometimes even stronger than her need for blood. Cruelty of humanity at its finest.
"Then it's much worse than I thought. That must be a sorry existence."
He supposed he already knew that, even before realizing how deep their inner worlds went. Knowing nothing but violence, needing to end the life of another just to live another day and do the same again. It made him grateful for his cushy life in Heaven, only having to deal with the occasional scuffle or tedious mission. He wondered if, of the countless machines his mentor dispatched, at least one felt relief when they went.
V-X shook their head, starting to write in the dirt again.
"Used to it. Also fun. Not for most, but for me."
They chittered, pausing for a moment. They did truly enjoy combat. Most of it came from the usual praise they received afterwards, in the past given from their programmers and in the present given to them by Hell Itself. But there was also something just so....exhilarating about combat. That didn't mean they would blindly run into a battle, though.
"Will not fight you. Not stupid. Not enough blood."
Maybe admitting to the angel that they were low on blood wasn't the smartest idea, but he didn't seem too keen on initiating combat in the first place...
"I wouldn't want to, either. Fight you, I mean. It would feel... wrong, now."
He didn't have anything against machinesânot in particular, really. Though they didn't provoke the same feeling of deep seated repulsion in him that the demons and husks often did, between the mindlessless and penchant for violence, they seemed to fit right in with Hell's other denizens. At least, they used to. Now, he wasn't so sure what to think.
"You haven't given me any reason to. Can't say that's something I would've expected to see down here."
He paused for a moment, lower wing twitching an almost imperceivable amount.
V-X nodded, pausing for a moment before writing again.
âYes. Pain in the ass. Too persistent, do not bleed enough.â
She let out a huff, as if annoyed. She hated fighting angels. They were always so loud and full of themselves, always just out of her range of attack- it was infuriating. While she was never one to back down from a fight, she had fled a few interactions with angels, especially powers. They were the most troublesome, ruining Fraudâs natural system.
âPowers are worst to fight.â
They wrote again before looking up at Caliel in an almost teasing manner.
In one of Limboâs many courtyards, the faint sound of metal thumping against the grass could be heard from behind one of the walls. It didnât take long before a small yellow machine, similar to a v-model, appeared from behind the wall, freezing up on sight. They stepped back, immediatly going into a defense position with their left arm (made up of a singular, large blade) set in front of them. However, they did not initiate combat.
( @prototype-vx )
As he stumbles into the square, he realizes with quiet surprise that he's somehow managed to find one of the last corners of this quite literally godforsaken place that hasn't been completely ransacked by its transients.
Mostly intact pillars line the walls and walkways at regular intervals, punctuated by plastic flowerbeds and unlit sconces. From one of the plaza's corners, a miraculously functioning speaker plays artificial birdsong. Caliel takes a moment to listen, closing his eyes just long enough to completely miss the canary-yellow machine emerging from the wall opposite him.
When he comes to, they lock eyes. Caliel tenses.
"Spear," he calls, calmly.
V-X immediately jumped back, readying their weapon in front of themselves once again. They whirred, staring back at the powers angel that stared them down.
Of course. It had to be a power. Out of all of the beings they could run in to....
It was a pain, of course. The angels in Hell were like parasites to V-X. Creatures that didn't belong, leeching their way in through the crevices of Hell's beautiful visage and corrupting everything they could get their hands on. But this one had still yet to initiate combat, despite summoning his spear.
"What do you want."
Her sign was blunt, not leaving any room for pleasantries. Usually she would be much nicer to a stranger, however....angels did not deserve that sort of respect. She only hoped that he would understand sign.
Without breaking his stance, he watched the machine sign. Their movements looked calculated, but then again, wasn't it all? Just products of whatever pre-set commands rattled around in their heads, if you could even call them that.
It hadn't made any move to attack. Was it broken? There was something a little off about itâits right leg didn't seem to match the rest of its body, and in the place of its left arm was a very large blade. He snorted internally at that.
He lowers his spear slightly.
"Are you... okay?"
They use their wing to roughly mimic the motions they'd seen it make. Talking to a machine, right. Great.
The shades around V-X's optic moved to "squint", staring at the angel, even more confused. Could he...not understand sign?
An annoyed huff came from their vents, nodding yet clearly annoyed. They looked around their surroundings for a moment, trying to find a solution to their problem...until they eyed one of the flowerbeds. Synthetic dirt lay around the plastic flowers, allowing her to write, at least to an extent.
She didn't take her eye off of the power for a minute, getting even more irritated by the second as she took a handful of dirt and carried it back to where they previously stood. They crouched down, hoping that the angel would not attempt to attack as they wrote out their message. Between every sentence they wrote, they mixed up the dirt and started to write again.
"I can't talk, asshole. Not stupid. I'll ask again. What do you want."
After her final sentence she looked back up at the angel, standing up. Though that didn't do much, given her short stature.
He stayed in place as V-X ambled over to the flowerbeds and watched it work, curiosity getting the better of him. So these are the things that caused the downfall of humanity. A little underwhelming, to be honest.
He marvelled for a second at their movement. How fluid their motions seemed, how much their gait resembled that of a living being. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd even think it looked annoyed as it came back to plop a fistful of dirt in front of him. When it started writing in it, he was almost at a loss for words. Almost.
"You can think?" Nobody told me they could think! Did heaven know about this? It seemed like something damn worth mentioning in his mission briefing!
Completely dumbfounded, he failed to register the message itself until a moment later, adding:
"Hey! I'm not-I don't-That's not-"
Okay, it hasn't been outwardly hostile. Maybe I can get out of this without a fight. Unless it's a trick.
"I don't believe that's a matter of your concern, machine. Now, I'll ask youâwhy haven't you attacked?"
V-X looked up at Caliel upon the first remark. They were fuming. Every part of them wanted to abandon the idea of staying civil and rip the angel to shreds, but...it wasn't worth the effort, nor was it worth losing more blood. Their levels weren't optimal as it was.
She huffed again as she crouched down to start writing into the dirt once more, clearly agitated at this point.
"Not worth my time. Don't care."
V-X stood up once again, practically glaring a hole through Caliel's head. They were having such a good day too, some good combat provided by Hell and nothing standing in their way...and the moment they step aside to regain themselves after getting a little too overzealous with a group of Cerberi, they had to encounter a power. Great. Exactly how they wanted to spend the rest of their day.
Reading machines was hardâinfact, it was something he didn't realize he'd ever have to do until nowâbut he was getting the idea this one was feeling a little miffed. Still, he wanted to wrap his head around the whole situation.
"This is so strange. I didn't think you'd have a need to communicate in the first place. Aren't you all just trying to kill each other anyway? Is this just some sort of convoluted diversion protocol? Am I about to be ambushed?"
He glanced around the square one more time, looking for signs of any other machines.
V-X silently stared at Caliel before breaking out into a series of chitters and beeps, somewhat resembling a laugh. They leaned forward, starting to write in the dirt again.
âAll machines programmed with sentience. Some have more from Hellâs blessing. Like me.â
Once they finished writing they sat back, looking up at Caliel. The fact that he had assumed that this was a setup, some sort of protocol, was incredibly amusing to them. Machines had been sentient ever since the first gutterman was built, and this power was just now learning this? It was laughable. V-X knew angels tended to be stupid, but they didnât know it was this bad.
He jumped a little at V-X's outburst, his wing feathers ruffling slightly. Maybe it really was malfunctioning? Examining their message, he smoothed them back down and returned their look, his head tilted at an angle.
"Programmed... those are your commands, correct? You're commanded to think, and then told to kill? Sounds a little sadistic, even for war-machines. It seems much simpler to just skip the thinking part."
He took a good long look at the machine in front of him. It hardly looked like any living creature he knew, all metal and polymer, but, if what it was saying was true, it was no different than the sinners that made it. The idea made him feel something like unease tinged with pity.
âHumans are cruel. Hunger overrides sentience. Must kill for fuel.â
V-X wrote in the dirt once again, omitting one detail that was programmed into herself specifically. The need for praise.
She hadnât encountered any other machines with a similar directive, not yet at least. A nagging need for verbal reassurance pulling at her core, sometimes even stronger than her need for blood. Cruelty of humanity at its finest.
"Then it's much worse than I thought. That must be a sorry existence."
He supposed he already knew that, even before realizing how deep their inner worlds went. Knowing nothing but violence, needing to end the life of another just to live another day and do the same again. It made him grateful for his cushy life in Heaven, only having to deal with the occasional scuffle or tedious mission. He wondered if, of the countless machines his mentor dispatched, at least one felt relief when they went.
V-X shook their head, starting to write in the dirt again.
"Used to it. Also fun. Not for most, but for me."
They chittered, pausing for a moment. They did truly enjoy combat. Most of it came from the usual praise they received afterwards, in the past given from their programmers and in the present given to them by Hell Itself. But there was also something just so....exhilarating about combat. That didn't mean they would blindly run into a battle, though.
"Will not fight you. Not stupid. Not enough blood."
Maybe admitting to the angel that they were low on blood wasn't the smartest idea, but he didn't seem too keen on initiating combat in the first place...
"I wouldn't want to, either. Fight you, I mean. It would feel... wrong, now."
He didn't have anything against machinesânot in particular, really. Though they didn't provoke the same feeling of deep seated repulsion in him that the demons and husks often did, between the mindlessless and penchant for violence, they seemed to fit right in with Hell's other denizens. At least, they used to. Now, he wasn't so sure what to think.
"You haven't given me any reason to. Can't say that's something I would've expected to see down here."
He paused for a moment, lower wing twitching an almost imperceivable amount.
[Something seems to be following Caliel, Hiding somewhere between the pillars in Limbo- Its footsteps could be heard in the distance for a while now, But only now the footsteps came closer. Their pace picking up more and more as it approached, Yet no one could be seen anywhere around him.]
( @marm-alade-power )
He feels a shiver run down his spine as he confirms his suspicions. It's definitely getting louder. Unnerved, he pauses to listen more closely.
The layer's long been picked clean of anything worth taking a second look at. Ash and charred debris, courtesy of the many streetcleaners that have passed through, litters the tiled floors, and collapsed facades offer inconspicuous cover for anything that might want to stay out of sight. Most demons and husks have been thoroughly dispatched by hungry machines, and, of their ilk, those dangerous enough to pose a threat have already made their way into the deeper layers of the living pit.
Nothing I can't handle, he thinks to himself.
Probably just some half-starved thing...
For a moment, the sound seems to stop. They stand fully still and look around one last time. Nothing in sight.
He relaxes a little. Maybe it backed off. Maybe it's just jitters doing him dirty. Still, he summons a spear just to be safe.
[It was so close. Finally, The moment to strike him down. After some moments of silence, Something jumps out between the pillars. Tackling Caliel and pinning him down to the ground.]
[Towering over Caliel was another power, Visibly injured, As it lacked its armor and only had bandages wrapped around its body. Despite this angel's condition, It pointed its own spear right against Caliel's helmet.]
"Beg for mercy. BEG FOR MERCY THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!"
"GAHâwhat the FUmMMHPHH-
he starts, immediately cut off by his helm being shoved directly into the tile.
So much for being prepared.
His spear, released in the scuffle, lies a hair's breadth frustratingly out of reach. He tilts his head just enough to relieve the pressure on his face and, with an unceremonious squawk, attempts to roll in its direction, hoping to either shove their attacker off or get close enough to grab it.
[They wouldn't let go so easily, Right after yelling that- It raised its spear, Preparing to strike down. But it doesn't take much for Marmalade to lose balance, Due to Caliel moving around-]
[Its aim went far off, Striking the spear onto the ground right beside Caliel's head before falling back. It couldn't use much to balance itself, With the bandages wrapped around it- And as it hit the ground, It became dizzy. Yet its feathers were still puffed out, Like it was trying to stay mad on purpose.]
As soon as he felt the weight on his back give, he seized the moment to flip over completely. Still on the ground, he grabbed Marmalade's spear with his left hand and used it to prop himself up, immediately settling into a defensive stance.
This is a holy light weapon.
Finally upright, he's now able to take a good look at his attacker. Sure enough, it's an angel. Another power, no less, although not one that he immediately recognized. They were in pretty bad shapeâmost of their armor was missing, leaving the bandages that covered their face and pinned their wings to their torso plainly visible. A large white scar on the right side of their forehead made him shudder and rang distant alarm bells in his head.
Should I know them?
In their current state, they'd probably be unrecognizable even to the most gifted of heaven's civil registrars, but something told him he should.
Before they had a chance to recover, he brandished his spear and prepared to project his voice.
[Marmalade stared back at him while breathing heavily, Its body was shaking while it tried to sit upright. It couldn't waste its time and energy attacking every random being that came across its way... It already knew how that would end.]
"..I wasn't sent by anybody- And- I-It's none of your business anyway."
[It finally gets up, Brushing off some of dust off of its body. Keeping a notable distance from Caliel as it spoke, It still sounded angry. Its intentions couldn't be good, Yet now it seems like it was holding back from attacking, For some reason.]
"You're not who I'm looking for..- Just- Do you know where Verchiel is?"
"It is very much my business! You just attacked me! I'm under orders to report anything even slightly out of the ordinaryâwhat do you think my higher-ups are going to say when I tell them there's a rogue Power down here being a nuisance and attacking fellow angels?
Suspending their spear in the air, they reached for the clip where they kept their broadcaster, but faltered for a second when they heard Verchiel's name.
"Verchiel... Phanuel's charge? Weren't theyâ"
A strange look flashed across his face for a second, the tips of his wings turning a little greener than usual alongside it.
"I'm not telling you anything unless you go back to Heaven. Your friend will turn up sometime. In the meantime, you're in no condition to keep trekking through Hell, and I'm sure there are several angels who would like to have a word with you. What's your name, anyway?"
[It examined Caliel a bit, He was right about one thing- It was too injured for a fight. Marmalade was aware of their condition. However, That comment only made Marmalade wonder if this conversation was even worth it to begin with.]
"....I only planned one angel..."
[It mumbled quietly to itself, Annoyed that it didn't bother checking who they were attacking before jumping. After thinking about it again, It simply sighed, And started walking off in a different direction. As if it was expecting the problem to simply leave it alone.]
"Hey, you know this isnt something I can just ignore, right?"
His hand now rested on his receiver, just in case. As they turned away, the same nagging feeling from before returned, even stronger.
I should know them.
The flippant attitude, the grumbling under their breath, the twinge of annoyance he felt when they ignored his question...
The only thing that gave him pause was the scar, though he had been told something about an accident, and he definitely noticed their absence afterwards... Could it beâ
[It stopped in its place, Turning back to look at that power- Dammit, Of course it had to be somebody who knew it in the past...]
"What is it? I-I don't have time to chat."
[Even though it's a bit late to take it back now... Perhaps it still should try to recognize who it was talking to, Maybe there was a reason this particular power was such.. a nuisance. Marmalade's eyes shifted their focus onto Caliel's lower part of the body, As it noticed this power wasn't wearing their full armor for some reason...]
".....Am I supposed to know you?- Actually- I would rather not know you. If we get to know each other you'll just try to report my murder plan."
[Its gaze wouldn't move away from Caliel's lower body, Almost making their words sound casual, Despite what it just admitted to planning..]
Ah, so he was right. He sighed, pausing to dematerialize the spear he still held in the air, and dragged his hand along the right side of his face.
"If that's your idea of a joke, it's in really poor taste. You really don't remember me? Caliel? The one you talked back to a lot when I had to go sort out your messes? The one you called aâah, forget it"
Thinking about it, anything he could say right now would probably fit the description for about half the angels assigned to overseeing training. Might as well get straight to the point.
[Things made a little more sense now.. It almost looked like Marmalade just now realized who its talking to, As its eyes widened after hearing the name- The way Caliel spoke of it somehow made it feel ashamed, It wasn't like that in the past, Was it?]
"I-I- Well... Sorry you're... Not the one I planned on seeing?.. if that's what you're wondering-"
[Suddenly, It felt uncertain of its own reason to be here. It knew what it wanted to do, And they meant it. Its feathers remained puffed out, With a yellowish tone still present on them. Yet, Their way of speaking almost sounded scared when it tried to explain.]
"I'm just here because-... I'm... just..... You're not going to report me, Are you?"
[Its body shifted back into a defensive position, Would they really have to fight to settle things?.. it didn't seem like a good idea anymore..]
They looked agitated still. He couldn't risk them running off or trying to attack him again, so he decided to settle for a half-truth. Of course he'd have to report this eventually, but it could wait a little, for now.
"Unless you're actually planning to murder someone, no. Listen, you're clearly not doing the best, and I can't assume you're up to anything good by the way you keep dodging my questions, but if you tell me what's going on, I can try to help you out."
Looking at their yellow feathers, he decided to add:
"Or I can send out a distress ping right now, and then you'll have a lot more on your plate than just a stickybeak."
In one of Limboâs many courtyards, the faint sound of metal thumping against the grass could be heard from behind one of the walls. It didnât take long before a small yellow machine, similar to a v-model, appeared from behind the wall, freezing up on sight. They stepped back, immediatly going into a defense position with their left arm (made up of a singular, large blade) set in front of them. However, they did not initiate combat.
( @prototype-vx )
As he stumbles into the square, he realizes with quiet surprise that he's somehow managed to find one of the last corners of this quite literally godforsaken place that hasn't been completely ransacked by its transients.
Mostly intact pillars line the walls and walkways at regular intervals, punctuated by plastic flowerbeds and unlit sconces. From one of the plaza's corners, a miraculously functioning speaker plays artificial birdsong. Caliel takes a moment to listen, closing his eyes just long enough to completely miss the canary-yellow machine emerging from the wall opposite him.
When he comes to, they lock eyes. Caliel tenses.
"Spear," he calls, calmly.
V-X immediately jumped back, readying their weapon in front of themselves once again. They whirred, staring back at the powers angel that stared them down.
Of course. It had to be a power. Out of all of the beings they could run in to....
It was a pain, of course. The angels in Hell were like parasites to V-X. Creatures that didn't belong, leeching their way in through the crevices of Hell's beautiful visage and corrupting everything they could get their hands on. But this one had still yet to initiate combat, despite summoning his spear.
"What do you want."
Her sign was blunt, not leaving any room for pleasantries. Usually she would be much nicer to a stranger, however....angels did not deserve that sort of respect. She only hoped that he would understand sign.
Without breaking his stance, he watched the machine sign. Their movements looked calculated, but then again, wasn't it all? Just products of whatever pre-set commands rattled around in their heads, if you could even call them that.
It hadn't made any move to attack. Was it broken? There was something a little off about itâits right leg didn't seem to match the rest of its body, and in the place of its left arm was a very large blade. He snorted internally at that.
He lowers his spear slightly.
"Are you... okay?"
They use their wing to roughly mimic the motions they'd seen it make. Talking to a machine, right. Great.
The shades around V-X's optic moved to "squint", staring at the angel, even more confused. Could he...not understand sign?
An annoyed huff came from their vents, nodding yet clearly annoyed. They looked around their surroundings for a moment, trying to find a solution to their problem...until they eyed one of the flowerbeds. Synthetic dirt lay around the plastic flowers, allowing her to write, at least to an extent.
She didn't take her eye off of the power for a minute, getting even more irritated by the second as she took a handful of dirt and carried it back to where they previously stood. They crouched down, hoping that the angel would not attempt to attack as they wrote out their message. Between every sentence they wrote, they mixed up the dirt and started to write again.
"I can't talk, asshole. Not stupid. I'll ask again. What do you want."
After her final sentence she looked back up at the angel, standing up. Though that didn't do much, given her short stature.
He stayed in place as V-X ambled over to the flowerbeds and watched it work, curiosity getting the better of him. So these are the things that caused the downfall of humanity. A little underwhelming, to be honest.
He marvelled for a second at their movement. How fluid their motions seemed, how much their gait resembled that of a living being. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd even think it looked annoyed as it came back to plop a fistful of dirt in front of him. When it started writing in it, he was almost at a loss for words. Almost.
"You can think?" Nobody told me they could think! Did heaven know about this? It seemed like something damn worth mentioning in his mission briefing!
Completely dumbfounded, he failed to register the message itself until a moment later, adding:
"Hey! I'm not-I don't-That's not-"
Okay, it hasn't been outwardly hostile. Maybe I can get out of this without a fight. Unless it's a trick.
"I don't believe that's a matter of your concern, machine. Now, I'll ask youâwhy haven't you attacked?"
V-X looked up at Caliel upon the first remark. They were fuming. Every part of them wanted to abandon the idea of staying civil and rip the angel to shreds, but...it wasn't worth the effort, nor was it worth losing more blood. Their levels weren't optimal as it was.
She huffed again as she crouched down to start writing into the dirt once more, clearly agitated at this point.
"Not worth my time. Don't care."
V-X stood up once again, practically glaring a hole through Caliel's head. They were having such a good day too, some good combat provided by Hell and nothing standing in their way...and the moment they step aside to regain themselves after getting a little too overzealous with a group of Cerberi, they had to encounter a power. Great. Exactly how they wanted to spend the rest of their day.
Reading machines was hardâinfact, it was something he didn't realize he'd ever have to do until nowâbut he was getting the idea this one was feeling a little miffed. Still, he wanted to wrap his head around the whole situation.
"This is so strange. I didn't think you'd have a need to communicate in the first place. Aren't you all just trying to kill each other anyway? Is this just some sort of convoluted diversion protocol? Am I about to be ambushed?"
He glanced around the square one more time, looking for signs of any other machines.
V-X silently stared at Caliel before breaking out into a series of chitters and beeps, somewhat resembling a laugh. They leaned forward, starting to write in the dirt again.
âAll machines programmed with sentience. Some have more from Hellâs blessing. Like me.â
Once they finished writing they sat back, looking up at Caliel. The fact that he had assumed that this was a setup, some sort of protocol, was incredibly amusing to them. Machines had been sentient ever since the first gutterman was built, and this power was just now learning this? It was laughable. V-X knew angels tended to be stupid, but they didnât know it was this bad.
He jumped a little at V-X's outburst, his wing feathers ruffling slightly. Maybe it really was malfunctioning? Examining their message, he smoothed them back down and returned their look, his head tilted at an angle.
"Programmed... those are your commands, correct? You're commanded to think, and then told to kill? Sounds a little sadistic, even for war-machines. It seems much simpler to just skip the thinking part."
He took a good long look at the machine in front of him. It hardly looked like any living creature he knew, all metal and polymer, but, if what it was saying was true, it was no different than the sinners that made it. The idea made him feel something like unease tinged with pity.
âHumans are cruel. Hunger overrides sentience. Must kill for fuel.â
V-X wrote in the dirt once again, omitting one detail that was programmed into herself specifically. The need for praise.
She hadnât encountered any other machines with a similar directive, not yet at least. A nagging need for verbal reassurance pulling at her core, sometimes even stronger than her need for blood. Cruelty of humanity at its finest.
"Then it's much worse than I thought. That must be a sorry existence."
He supposed he already knew that, even before realizing how deep their inner worlds went. Knowing nothing but violence, needing to end the life of another just to live another day and do the same again. It made him grateful for his cushy life in Heaven, only having to deal with the occasional scuffle or tedious mission. He wondered if, of the countless machines his mentor dispatched, at least one felt relief when they went.
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In one of Limboâs many courtyards, the faint sound of metal thumping against the grass could be heard from behind one of the walls. It didnât take long before a small yellow machine, similar to a v-model, appeared from behind the wall, freezing up on sight. They stepped back, immediatly going into a defense position with their left arm (made up of a singular, large blade) set in front of them. However, they did not initiate combat.
( @prototype-vx )
As he stumbles into the square, he realizes with quiet surprise that he's somehow managed to find one of the last corners of this quite literally godforsaken place that hasn't been completely ransacked by its transients.
Mostly intact pillars line the walls and walkways at regular intervals, punctuated by plastic flowerbeds and unlit sconces. From one of the plaza's corners, a miraculously functioning speaker plays artificial birdsong. Caliel takes a moment to listen, closing his eyes just long enough to completely miss the canary-yellow machine emerging from the wall opposite him.
When he comes to, they lock eyes. Caliel tenses.
"Spear," he calls, calmly.
V-X immediately jumped back, readying their weapon in front of themselves once again. They whirred, staring back at the powers angel that stared them down.
Of course. It had to be a power. Out of all of the beings they could run in to....
It was a pain, of course. The angels in Hell were like parasites to V-X. Creatures that didn't belong, leeching their way in through the crevices of Hell's beautiful visage and corrupting everything they could get their hands on. But this one had still yet to initiate combat, despite summoning his spear.
"What do you want."
Her sign was blunt, not leaving any room for pleasantries. Usually she would be much nicer to a stranger, however....angels did not deserve that sort of respect. She only hoped that he would understand sign.
Without breaking his stance, he watched the machine sign. Their movements looked calculated, but then again, wasn't it all? Just products of whatever pre-set commands rattled around in their heads, if you could even call them that.
It hadn't made any move to attack. Was it broken? There was something a little off about itâits right leg didn't seem to match the rest of its body, and in the place of its left arm was a very large blade. He snorted internally at that.
He lowers his spear slightly.
"Are you... okay?"
They use their wing to roughly mimic the motions they'd seen it make. Talking to a machine, right. Great.
The shades around V-X's optic moved to "squint", staring at the angel, even more confused. Could he...not understand sign?
An annoyed huff came from their vents, nodding yet clearly annoyed. They looked around their surroundings for a moment, trying to find a solution to their problem...until they eyed one of the flowerbeds. Synthetic dirt lay around the plastic flowers, allowing her to write, at least to an extent.
She didn't take her eye off of the power for a minute, getting even more irritated by the second as she took a handful of dirt and carried it back to where they previously stood. They crouched down, hoping that the angel would not attempt to attack as they wrote out their message. Between every sentence they wrote, they mixed up the dirt and started to write again.
"I can't talk, asshole. Not stupid. I'll ask again. What do you want."
After her final sentence she looked back up at the angel, standing up. Though that didn't do much, given her short stature.
He stayed in place as V-X ambled over to the flowerbeds and watched it work, curiosity getting the better of him. So these are the things that caused the downfall of humanity. A little underwhelming, to be honest.
He marvelled for a second at their movement. How fluid their motions seemed, how much their gait resembled that of a living being. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd even think it looked annoyed as it came back to plop a fistful of dirt in front of him. When it started writing in it, he was almost at a loss for words. Almost.
"You can think?" Nobody told me they could think! Did heaven know about this? It seemed like something damn worth mentioning in his mission briefing!
Completely dumbfounded, he failed to register the message itself until a moment later, adding:
"Hey! I'm not-I don't-That's not-"
Okay, it hasn't been outwardly hostile. Maybe I can get out of this without a fight. Unless it's a trick.
"I don't believe that's a matter of your concern, machine. Now, I'll ask youâwhy haven't you attacked?"
V-X looked up at Caliel upon the first remark. They were fuming. Every part of them wanted to abandon the idea of staying civil and rip the angel to shreds, but...it wasn't worth the effort, nor was it worth losing more blood. Their levels weren't optimal as it was.
She huffed again as she crouched down to start writing into the dirt once more, clearly agitated at this point.
"Not worth my time. Don't care."
V-X stood up once again, practically glaring a hole through Caliel's head. They were having such a good day too, some good combat provided by Hell and nothing standing in their way...and the moment they step aside to regain themselves after getting a little too overzealous with a group of Cerberi, they had to encounter a power. Great. Exactly how they wanted to spend the rest of their day.
Reading machines was hardâinfact, it was something he didn't realize he'd ever have to do until nowâbut he was getting the idea this one was feeling a little miffed. Still, he wanted to wrap his head around the whole situation.
"This is so strange. I didn't think you'd have a need to communicate in the first place. Aren't you all just trying to kill each other anyway? Is this just some sort of convoluted diversion protocol? Am I about to be ambushed?"
He glanced around the square one more time, looking for signs of any other machines.
V-X silently stared at Caliel before breaking out into a series of chitters and beeps, somewhat resembling a laugh. They leaned forward, starting to write in the dirt again.
âAll machines programmed with sentience. Some have more from Hellâs blessing. Like me.â
Once they finished writing they sat back, looking up at Caliel. The fact that he had assumed that this was a setup, some sort of protocol, was incredibly amusing to them. Machines had been sentient ever since the first gutterman was built, and this power was just now learning this? It was laughable. V-X knew angels tended to be stupid, but they didnât know it was this bad.
He jumped a little at V-X's outburst, his wing feathers ruffling slightly. Maybe it really was malfunctioning? Examining their message, he smoothed them back down and returned their look, his head tilted at an angle.
"Programmed... those are your commands, correct? You're commanded to think, and then told to kill? Sounds a little sadistic, even for war-machines. It seems much simpler to just skip the thinking part."
He took a good long look at the machine in front of him. It hardly looked like any living creature he knew, all metal and polymer, but, if what it was saying was true, it was no different than the sinners that made it. The idea made him feel something like unease tinged with pity.
[Something seems to be following Caliel, Hiding somewhere between the pillars in Limbo- Its footsteps could be heard in the distance for a while now, But only now the footsteps came closer. Their pace picking up more and more as it approached, Yet no one could be seen anywhere around him.]
( @marm-alade-power )
He feels a shiver run down his spine as he confirms his suspicions. It's definitely getting louder. Unnerved, he pauses to listen more closely.
The layer's long been picked clean of anything worth taking a second look at. Ash and charred debris, courtesy of the many streetcleaners that have passed through, litters the tiled floors, and collapsed facades offer inconspicuous cover for anything that might want to stay out of sight. Most demons and husks have been thoroughly dispatched by hungry machines, and, of their ilk, those dangerous enough to pose a threat have already made their way into the deeper layers of the living pit.
Nothing I can't handle, he thinks to himself.
Probably just some half-starved thing...
For a moment, the sound seems to stop. They stand fully still and look around one last time. Nothing in sight.
He relaxes a little. Maybe it backed off. Maybe it's just jitters doing him dirty. Still, he summons a spear just to be safe.
[It was so close. Finally, The moment to strike him down. After some moments of silence, Something jumps out between the pillars. Tackling Caliel and pinning him down to the ground.]
[Towering over Caliel was another power, Visibly injured, As it lacked its armor and only had bandages wrapped around its body. Despite this angel's condition, It pointed its own spear right against Caliel's helmet.]
"Beg for mercy. BEG FOR MERCY THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!"
"GAHâwhat the FUmMMHPHH-
he starts, immediately cut off by his helm being shoved directly into the tile.
So much for being prepared.
His spear, released in the scuffle, lies a hair's breadth frustratingly out of reach. He tilts his head just enough to relieve the pressure on his face and, with an unceremonious squawk, attempts to roll in its direction, hoping to either shove their attacker off or get close enough to grab it.
[They wouldn't let go so easily, Right after yelling that- It raised its spear, Preparing to strike down. But it doesn't take much for Marmalade to lose balance, Due to Caliel moving around-]
[Its aim went far off, Striking the spear onto the ground right beside Caliel's head before falling back. It couldn't use much to balance itself, With the bandages wrapped around it- And as it hit the ground, It became dizzy. Yet its feathers were still puffed out, Like it was trying to stay mad on purpose.]
As soon as he felt the weight on his back give, he seized the moment to flip over completely. Still on the ground, he grabbed Marmalade's spear with his left hand and used it to prop himself up, immediately settling into a defensive stance.
This is a holy light weapon.
Finally upright, he's now able to take a good look at his attacker. Sure enough, it's an angel. Another power, no less, although not one that he immediately recognized. They were in pretty bad shapeâmost of their armor was missing, leaving the bandages that covered their face and pinned their wings to their torso plainly visible. A large white scar on the right side of their forehead made him shudder and rang distant alarm bells in his head.
Should I know them?
In their current state, they'd probably be unrecognizable even to the most gifted of heaven's civil registrars, but something told him he should.
Before they had a chance to recover, he brandished his spear and prepared to project his voice.
[Marmalade stared back at him while breathing heavily, Its body was shaking while it tried to sit upright. It couldn't waste its time and energy attacking every random being that came across its way... It already knew how that would end.]
"..I wasn't sent by anybody- And- I-It's none of your business anyway."
[It finally gets up, Brushing off some of dust off of its body. Keeping a notable distance from Caliel as it spoke, It still sounded angry. Its intentions couldn't be good, Yet now it seems like it was holding back from attacking, For some reason.]
"You're not who I'm looking for..- Just- Do you know where Verchiel is?"
"It is very much my business! You just attacked me! I'm under orders to report anything even slightly out of the ordinaryâwhat do you think my higher-ups are going to say when I tell them there's a rogue Power down here being a nuisance and attacking fellow angels?
Suspending their spear in the air, they reached for the clip where they kept their broadcaster, but faltered for a second when they heard Verchiel's name.
"Verchiel... Phanuel's charge? Weren't theyâ"
A strange look flashed across his face for a second, the tips of his wings turning a little greener than usual alongside it.
"I'm not telling you anything unless you go back to Heaven. Your friend will turn up sometime. In the meantime, you're in no condition to keep trekking through Hell, and I'm sure there are several angels who would like to have a word with you. What's your name, anyway?"
[It examined Caliel a bit, He was right about one thing- It was too injured for a fight. Marmalade was aware of their condition. However, That comment only made Marmalade wonder if this conversation was even worth it to begin with.]
"....I only planned one angel..."
[It mumbled quietly to itself, Annoyed that it didn't bother checking who they were attacking before jumping. After thinking about it again, It simply sighed, And started walking off in a different direction. As if it was expecting the problem to simply leave it alone.]
"Hey, you know this isnt something I can just ignore, right?"
His hand now rested on his receiver, just in case. As they turned away, the same nagging feeling from before returned, even stronger.
I should know them.
The flippant attitude, the grumbling under their breath, the twinge of annoyance he felt when they ignored his question...
The only thing that gave him pause was the scar, though he had been told something about an accident, and he definitely noticed their absence afterwards... Could it beâ
[It stopped in its place, Turning back to look at that power- Dammit, Of course it had to be somebody who knew it in the past...]
"What is it? I-I don't have time to chat."
[Even though it's a bit late to take it back now... Perhaps it still should try to recognize who it was talking to, Maybe there was a reason this particular power was such.. a nuisance. Marmalade's eyes shifted their focus onto Caliel's lower part of the body, As it noticed this power wasn't wearing their full armor for some reason...]
".....Am I supposed to know you?- Actually- I would rather not know you. If we get to know each other you'll just try to report my murder plan."
[Its gaze wouldn't move away from Caliel's lower body, Almost making their words sound casual, Despite what it just admitted to planning..]
Ah, so he was right. He sighed, pausing to dematerialize the spear he still held in the air, and dragged his hand along the right side of his face.
"If that's your idea of a joke, it's in really poor taste. You really don't remember me? Caliel? The one you talked back to a lot when I had to go sort out your messes? The one you called aâah, forget it"
Thinking about it, anything he could say right now would probably fit the description for about half the angels assigned to overseeing training. Might as well get straight to the point.
Apologies. Someone seems to have hijacked my line and sent through some garbage signal. Thankfully, I was able to intercept most of it in time and removed the information from my final logâthere should be nothing shown on your end. Should.
In one of Limboâs many courtyards, the faint sound of metal thumping against the grass could be heard from behind one of the walls. It didnât take long before a small yellow machine, similar to a v-model, appeared from behind the wall, freezing up on sight. They stepped back, immediatly going into a defense position with their left arm (made up of a singular, large blade) set in front of them. However, they did not initiate combat.
( @prototype-vx )
As he stumbles into the square, he realizes with quiet surprise that he's somehow managed to find one of the last corners of this quite literally godforsaken place that hasn't been completely ransacked by its transients.
Mostly intact pillars line the walls and walkways at regular intervals, punctuated by plastic flowerbeds and unlit sconces. From one of the plaza's corners, a miraculously functioning speaker plays artificial birdsong. Caliel takes a moment to listen, closing his eyes just long enough to completely miss the canary-yellow machine emerging from the wall opposite him.
When he comes to, they lock eyes. Caliel tenses.
"Spear," he calls, calmly.
V-X immediately jumped back, readying their weapon in front of themselves once again. They whirred, staring back at the powers angel that stared them down.
Of course. It had to be a power. Out of all of the beings they could run in to....
It was a pain, of course. The angels in Hell were like parasites to V-X. Creatures that didn't belong, leeching their way in through the crevices of Hell's beautiful visage and corrupting everything they could get their hands on. But this one had still yet to initiate combat, despite summoning his spear.
"What do you want."
Her sign was blunt, not leaving any room for pleasantries. Usually she would be much nicer to a stranger, however....angels did not deserve that sort of respect. She only hoped that he would understand sign.
Without breaking his stance, he watched the machine sign. Their movements looked calculated, but then again, wasn't it all? Just products of whatever pre-set commands rattled around in their heads, if you could even call them that.
It hadn't made any move to attack. Was it broken? There was something a little off about itâits right leg didn't seem to match the rest of its body, and in the place of its left arm was a very large blade. He snorted internally at that.
He lowers his spear slightly.
"Are you... okay?"
They use their wing to roughly mimic the motions they'd seen it make. Talking to a machine, right. Great.
The shades around V-X's optic moved to "squint", staring at the angel, even more confused. Could he...not understand sign?
An annoyed huff came from their vents, nodding yet clearly annoyed. They looked around their surroundings for a moment, trying to find a solution to their problem...until they eyed one of the flowerbeds. Synthetic dirt lay around the plastic flowers, allowing her to write, at least to an extent.
She didn't take her eye off of the power for a minute, getting even more irritated by the second as she took a handful of dirt and carried it back to where they previously stood. They crouched down, hoping that the angel would not attempt to attack as they wrote out their message. Between every sentence they wrote, they mixed up the dirt and started to write again.
"I can't talk, asshole. Not stupid. I'll ask again. What do you want."
After her final sentence she looked back up at the angel, standing up. Though that didn't do much, given her short stature.
He stayed in place as V-X ambled over to the flowerbeds and watched it work, curiosity getting the better of him. So these are the things that caused the downfall of humanity. A little underwhelming, to be honest.
He marvelled for a second at their movement. How fluid their motions seemed, how much their gait resembled that of a living being. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd even think it looked annoyed as it came back to plop a fistful of dirt in front of him. When it started writing in it, he was almost at a loss for words. Almost.
"You can think?" Nobody told me they could think! Did heaven know about this? It seemed like something damn worth mentioning in his mission briefing!
Completely dumbfounded, he failed to register the message itself until a moment later, adding:
"Hey! I'm not-I don't-That's not-"
Okay, it hasn't been outwardly hostile. Maybe I can get out of this without a fight. Unless it's a trick.
"I don't believe that's a matter of your concern, machine. Now, I'll ask youâwhy haven't you attacked?"
V-X looked up at Caliel upon the first remark. They were fuming. Every part of them wanted to abandon the idea of staying civil and rip the angel to shreds, but...it wasn't worth the effort, nor was it worth losing more blood. Their levels weren't optimal as it was.
She huffed again as she crouched down to start writing into the dirt once more, clearly agitated at this point.
"Not worth my time. Don't care."
V-X stood up once again, practically glaring a hole through Caliel's head. They were having such a good day too, some good combat provided by Hell and nothing standing in their way...and the moment they step aside to regain themselves after getting a little too overzealous with a group of Cerberi, they had to encounter a power. Great. Exactly how they wanted to spend the rest of their day.
Reading machines was hardâinfact, it was something he didn't realize he'd ever have to do until nowâbut he was getting the idea this one was feeling a little miffed. Still, he wanted to wrap his head around the whole situation.
"This is so strange. I didn't think you'd have a need to communicate in the first place. Aren't you all just trying to kill each other anyway? Is this just some sort of convoluted diversion protocol? Am I about to be ambushed?"
He glanced around the square one more time, looking for signs of any other machines.
[Something seems to be following Caliel, Hiding somewhere between the pillars in Limbo- Its footsteps could be heard in the distance for a while now, But only now the footsteps came closer. Their pace picking up more and more as it approached, Yet no one could be seen anywhere around him.]
( @marm-alade-power )
He feels a shiver run down his spine as he confirms his suspicions. It's definitely getting louder. Unnerved, he pauses to listen more closely.
The layer's long been picked clean of anything worth taking a second look at. Ash and charred debris, courtesy of the many streetcleaners that have passed through, litters the tiled floors, and collapsed facades offer inconspicuous cover for anything that might want to stay out of sight. Most demons and husks have been thoroughly dispatched by hungry machines, and, of their ilk, those dangerous enough to pose a threat have already made their way into the deeper layers of the living pit.
Nothing I can't handle, he thinks to himself.
Probably just some half-starved thing...
For a moment, the sound seems to stop. They stand fully still and look around one last time. Nothing in sight.
He relaxes a little. Maybe it backed off. Maybe it's just jitters doing him dirty. Still, he summons a spear just to be safe.
[It was so close. Finally, The moment to strike him down. After some moments of silence, Something jumps out between the pillars. Tackling Caliel and pinning him down to the ground.]
[Towering over Caliel was another power, Visibly injured, As it lacked its armor and only had bandages wrapped around its body. Despite this angel's condition, It pointed its own spear right against Caliel's helmet.]
"Beg for mercy. BEG FOR MERCY THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!"
"GAHâwhat the FUmMMHPHH-
he starts, immediately cut off by his helm being shoved directly into the tile.
So much for being prepared.
His spear, released in the scuffle, lies a hair's breadth frustratingly out of reach. He tilts his head just enough to relieve the pressure on his face and, with an unceremonious squawk, attempts to roll in its direction, hoping to either shove their attacker off or get close enough to grab it.
[They wouldn't let go so easily, Right after yelling that- It raised its spear, Preparing to strike down. But it doesn't take much for Marmalade to lose balance, Due to Caliel moving around-]
[Its aim went far off, Striking the spear onto the ground right beside Caliel's head before falling back. It couldn't use much to balance itself, With the bandages wrapped around it- And as it hit the ground, It became dizzy. Yet its feathers were still puffed out, Like it was trying to stay mad on purpose.]
As soon as he felt the weight on his back give, he seized the moment to flip over completely. Still on the ground, he grabbed Marmalade's spear with his left hand and used it to prop himself up, immediately settling into a defensive stance.
This is a holy light weapon.
Finally upright, he's now able to take a good look at his attacker. Sure enough, it's an angel. Another power, no less, although not one that he immediately recognized. They were in pretty bad shapeâmost of their armor was missing, leaving the bandages that covered their face and pinned their wings to their torso plainly visible. A large white scar on the right side of their forehead made him shudder and rang distant alarm bells in his head.
Should I know them?
In their current state, they'd probably be unrecognizable even to the most gifted of heaven's civil registrars, but something told him he should.
Before they had a chance to recover, he brandished his spear and prepared to project his voice.
[Marmalade stared back at him while breathing heavily, Its body was shaking while it tried to sit upright. It couldn't waste its time and energy attacking every random being that came across its way... It already knew how that would end.]
"..I wasn't sent by anybody- And- I-It's none of your business anyway."
[It finally gets up, Brushing off some of dust off of its body. Keeping a notable distance from Caliel as it spoke, It still sounded angry. Its intentions couldn't be good, Yet now it seems like it was holding back from attacking, For some reason.]
"You're not who I'm looking for..- Just- Do you know where Verchiel is?"
"It is very much my business! You just attacked me! I'm under orders to report anything even slightly out of the ordinaryâwhat do you think my higher-ups are going to say when I tell them there's a rogue Power down here being a nuisance and attacking fellow angels?
Suspending their spear in the air, they reached for the clip where they kept their broadcaster, but faltered for a second when they heard Verchiel's name.
"Verchiel... Phanuel's charge? Weren't theyâ"
A strange look flashed across his face for a second, the tips of his wings turning a little greener than usual alongside it.
"I'm not telling you anything unless you go back to Heaven. Your friend will turn up sometime. In the meantime, you're in no condition to keep trekking through Hell, and I'm sure there are several angels who would like to have a word with you. What's your name, anyway?"
[It examined Caliel a bit, He was right about one thing- It was too injured for a fight. Marmalade was aware of their condition. However, That comment only made Marmalade wonder if this conversation was even worth it to begin with.]
"....I only planned one angel..."
[It mumbled quietly to itself, Annoyed that it didn't bother checking who they were attacking before jumping. After thinking about it again, It simply sighed, And started walking off in a different direction. As if it was expecting the problem to simply leave it alone.]
"Hey, you know this isnt something I can just ignore, right?"
His hand now rested on his receiver, just in case. As they turned away, the same nagging feeling from before returned, even stronger.
I should know them.
The flippant attitude, the grumbling under their breath, the twinge of annoyance he felt when they ignored his question...
The only thing that gave him pause was the scar, though he had been told something about an accident, and he definitely noticed their absence afterward... Could it be-
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[Something seems to be following Caliel, Hiding somewhere between the pillars in Limbo- Its footsteps could be heard in the distance for a while now, But only now the footsteps came closer. Their pace picking up more and more as it approached, Yet no one could be seen anywhere around him.]
( @marm-alade-power )
He feels a shiver run down his spine as he confirms his suspicions. It's definitely getting louder. Unnerved, he pauses to listen more closely.
The layer's long been picked clean of anything worth taking a second look at. Ash and charred debris, courtesy of the many streetcleaners that have passed through, litters the tiled floors, and collapsed facades offer inconspicuous cover for anything that might want to stay out of sight. Most demons and husks have been thoroughly dispatched by hungry machines, and, of their ilk, those dangerous enough to pose a threat have already made their way into the deeper layers of the living pit.
Nothing I can't handle, he thinks to himself.
Probably just some half-starved thing...
For a moment, the sound seems to stop. They stand fully still and look around one last time. Nothing in sight.
He relaxes a little. Maybe it backed off. Maybe it's just jitters doing him dirty. Still, he summons a spear just to be safe.
[It was so close. Finally, The moment to strike him down. After some moments of silence, Something jumps out between the pillars. Tackling Caliel and pinning him down to the ground.]
[Towering over Caliel was another power, Visibly injured, As it lacked its armor and only had bandages wrapped around its body. Despite this angel's condition, It pointed its own spear right against Caliel's helmet.]
"Beg for mercy. BEG FOR MERCY THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!"
"GAHâwhat the FUmMMHPHH-
he starts, immediately cut off by his helm being shoved directly into the tile.
So much for being prepared.
His spear, released in the scuffle, lies a hair's breadth frustratingly out of reach. He tilts his head just enough to relieve the pressure on his face and, with an unceremonious squawk, attempts to roll in its direction, hoping to either shove their attacker off or get close enough to grab it.
[They wouldn't let go so easily, Right after yelling that- It raised its spear, Preparing to strike down. But it doesn't take much for Marmalade to lose balance, Due to Caliel moving around-]
[Its aim went far off, Striking the spear onto the ground right beside Caliel's head before falling back. It couldn't use much to balance itself, With the bandages wrapped around it- And as it hit the ground, It became dizzy. Yet its feathers were still puffed out, Like it was trying to stay mad on purpose.]
As soon as he felt the weight on his back give, he seized the moment to flip over completely. Still on the ground, he grabbed Marmalade's spear with his left hand and used it to prop himself up, immediately settling into a defensive stance.
This is a holy light weapon.
Finally upright, he's now able to take a good look at his attacker. Sure enough, it's an angel. Another power, no less, although not one that he immediately recognized. They were in pretty bad shapeâmost of their armor was missing, leaving the bandages that covered their face and pinned their wings to their torso plainly visible. A large white scar on the right side of their forehead made him shudder and rang distant alarm bells in his head.
Should I know them?
In their current state, they'd probably be unrecognizable even to the most gifted of heaven's civil registrars, but something told him he should.
Before they had a chance to recover, he brandished his spear and prepared to project his voice.
[Marmalade stared back at him while breathing heavily, Its body was shaking while it tried to sit upright. It couldn't waste its time and energy attacking every random being that came across its way... It already knew how that would end.]
"..I wasn't sent by anybody- And- I-It's none of your business anyway."
[It finally gets up, Brushing off some of dust off of its body. Keeping a notable distance from Caliel as it spoke, It still sounded angry. Its intentions couldn't be good, Yet now it seems like it was holding back from attacking, For some reason.]
"You're not who I'm looking for..- Just- Do you know where Verchiel is?"
"It is very much my business! You just attacked me! I'm under orders to report anything even slightly out of the ordinaryâwhat do you think my higher-ups are going to say when I tell them there's a rogue Power down here being a nuisance and attacking fellow angels?
Suspending their spear in the air, they reached for the clip where they kept their broadcaster, but faltered for a second when they heard Verchiel's name.
"Verchiel... Phanuel's charge? Weren't theyâ"
A strange look flashed across his face for a second, the tips of his wings turning a little greener than usual alongside it.
"I'm not telling you anything unless you go back to Heaven. Your friend will turn up sometime. In the meantime, you're in no condition to keep trekking through Hell, and I'm sure there are several angels who would like to have a word with you. What's your name, anyway?"
[It examined Caliel a bit, He was right about one thing- It was too injured for a fight. Marmalade was aware of their condition. However, That comment only made Marmalade wonder if this conversation was even worth it to begin with.]
"....I only planned one angel..."
[It mumbled quietly to itself, Annoyed that it didn't bother checking who they were attacking before jumping. After thinking about it again, It simply sighed, And started walking off in a different direction. As if it was expecting the problem to simply leave it alone.]
"Hey, you know this isnt something I can just ignore, right?"
His hand now rested on his receiver, just in case. As they turned away, the same nagging feeling from before returned, even stronger.
I should know them.
The flippant attitude, the grumbling under their breath, the twinge of annoyance he felt when they ignored his question...
The only thing that gave him pause was the scar, though he had been told something about an accident, and he definitely noticed their absence afterwards... Could it beâ
[Something seems to be following Caliel, Hiding somewhere between the pillars in Limbo- Its footsteps could be heard in the distance for a while now, But only now the footsteps came closer. Their pace picking up more and more as it approached, Yet no one could be seen anywhere around him.]
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He feels a shiver run down his spine as he confirms his suspicions. It's definitely getting louder. Unnerved, he pauses to listen more closely.
The layer's long been picked clean of anything worth taking a second look at. Ash and charred debris, courtesy of the many streetcleaners that have passed through, litters the tiled floors, and collapsed facades offer inconspicuous cover for anything that might want to stay out of sight. Most demons and husks have been thoroughly dispatched by hungry machines, and, of their ilk, those dangerous enough to pose a threat have already made their way into the deeper layers of the living pit.
Nothing I can't handle, he thinks to himself.
Probably just some half-starved thing...
For a moment, the sound seems to stop. They stand fully still and look around one last time. Nothing in sight.
He relaxes a little. Maybe it backed off. Maybe it's just jitters doing him dirty. Still, he summons a spear just to be safe.
[It was so close. Finally, The moment to strike him down. After some moments of silence, Something jumps out between the pillars. Tackling Caliel and pinning him down to the ground.]
[Towering over Caliel was another power, Visibly injured, As it lacked its armor and only had bandages wrapped around its body. Despite this angel's condition, It pointed its own spear right against Caliel's helmet.]
"Beg for mercy. BEG FOR MERCY THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!"
"GAHâwhat the FUmMMHPHH-
he starts, immediately cut off by his helm being shoved directly into the tile.
So much for being prepared.
His spear, released in the scuffle, lies a hair's breadth frustratingly out of reach. He tilts his head just enough to relieve the pressure on his face and, with an unceremonious squawk, attempts to roll in its direction, hoping to either shove their attacker off or get close enough to grab it.
[They wouldn't let go so easily, Right after yelling that- It raised its spear, Preparing to strike down. But it doesn't take much for Marmalade to lose balance, Due to Caliel moving around-]
[Its aim went far off, Striking the spear onto the ground right beside Caliel's head before falling back. It couldn't use much to balance itself, With the bandages wrapped around it- And as it hit the ground, It became dizzy. Yet its feathers were still puffed out, Like it was trying to stay mad on purpose.]
As soon as he felt the weight on his back give, he seized the moment to flip over completely. Still on the ground, he grabbed Marmalade's spear with his left hand and used it to prop himself up, immediately settling into a defensive stance.
This is a holy light weapon.
Finally upright, he's now able to take a good look at his attacker. Sure enough, it's an angel. Another power, no less, although not one that he immediately recognized. They were in pretty bad shapeâmost of their armor was missing, leaving the bandages that covered their face and pinned their wings to their torso plainly visible. A large white scar on the right side of their forehead made him shudder and rang distant alarm bells in his head.
Should I know them?
In their current state, they'd probably be unrecognizable even to the most gifted of heaven's civil registrars, but something told him he should.
Before they had a chance to recover, he brandished his spear and prepared to project his voice.
[Marmalade stared back at him while breathing heavily, Its body was shaking while it tried to sit upright. It couldn't waste its time and energy attacking every random being that came across its way... It already knew how that would end.]
"..I wasn't sent by anybody- And- I-It's none of your business anyway."
[It finally gets up, Brushing off some of dust off of its body. Keeping a notable distance from Caliel as it spoke, It still sounded angry. Its intentions couldn't be good, Yet now it seems like it was holding back from attacking, For some reason.]
"You're not who I'm looking for..- Just- Do you know where Verchiel is?"
"It is very much my business! You just attacked me! I'm under orders to report anything even slightly out of the ordinaryâwhat do you think my higher-ups are going to say when I tell them there's a rogue Power down here being a nuisance and attacking fellow angels?
Suspending their spear in the air, they reached for the clip where they kept their broadcaster, but faltered for a second when they heard Verchiel's name.
"Verchiel... Phanuel's charge? Weren't theyâ"
He stopped himself abruptly, a strange look flashing across his face. The tips of his wings seemed to turn a little greener than usual.
"I'm not telling you anything unless you go back to Heaven. Your friend will turn up sometime. In the meantime, you're in no condition to keep trekking through Hell, and I'm sure there are several angels who would like to have a word with you. What's your name, anyway?"
In one of Limboâs many courtyards, the faint sound of metal thumping against the grass could be heard from behind one of the walls. It didnât take long before a small yellow machine, similar to a v-model, appeared from behind the wall, freezing up on sight. They stepped back, immediatly going into a defense position with their left arm (made up of a singular, large blade) set in front of them. However, they did not initiate combat.
( @prototype-vx )
As he stumbles into the square, he realizes with quiet surprise that he's somehow managed to find one of the last corners of this quite literally godforsaken place that hasn't been completely ransacked by its transients.
Mostly intact pillars line the walls and walkways at regular intervals, punctuated by plastic flowerbeds and unlit sconces. From one of the plaza's corners, a miraculously functioning speaker plays artificial birdsong. Caliel takes a moment to listen, closing his eyes just long enough to completely miss the canary-yellow machine emerging from the wall opposite him.
When he comes to, they lock eyes. Caliel tenses.
"Spear," he calls, calmly.
V-X immediately jumped back, readying their weapon in front of themselves once again. They whirred, staring back at the powers angel that stared them down.
Of course. It had to be a power. Out of all of the beings they could run in to....
It was a pain, of course. The angels in Hell were like parasites to V-X. Creatures that didn't belong, leeching their way in through the crevices of Hell's beautiful visage and corrupting everything they could get their hands on. But this one had still yet to initiate combat, despite summoning his spear.
"What do you want."
Her sign was blunt, not leaving any room for pleasantries. Usually she would be much nicer to a stranger, however....angels did not deserve that sort of respect. She only hoped that he would understand sign.
Without breaking his stance, he watched the machine sign. Their movements looked calculated, but then again, wasn't it all? Just products of whatever pre-set commands rattled around in their heads, if you could even call them that.
It hadn't made any move to attack. Was it broken? There was something a little off about itâits right leg didn't seem to match the rest of its body, and in the place of its left arm was a very large blade. He snorted internally at that.
He lowers his spear slightly.
"Are you... okay?"
They use their wing to roughly mimic the motions they'd seen it make. Talking to a machine, right. Great.
The shades around V-X's optic moved to "squint", staring at the angel, even more confused. Could he...not understand sign?
An annoyed huff came from their vents, nodding yet clearly annoyed. They looked around their surroundings for a moment, trying to find a solution to their problem...until they eyed one of the flowerbeds. Synthetic dirt lay around the plastic flowers, allowing her to write, at least to an extent.
She didn't take her eye off of the power for a minute, getting even more irritated by the second as she took a handful of dirt and carried it back to where they previously stood. They crouched down, hoping that the angel would not attempt to attack as they wrote out their message. Between every sentence they wrote, they mixed up the dirt and started to write again.
"I can't talk, asshole. Not stupid. I'll ask again. What do you want."
After her final sentence she looked back up at the angel, standing up. Though that didn't do much, given her short stature.
He stayed in place as V-X ambled over to the flowerbeds and watched it work, curiosity getting the better of him. So these are the things that caused the downfall of humanity. A little underwhelming, to be honest.
He marvelled for a second at their movement. How fluid their motions seemed, how much their gait resembled that of a living being. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd even think it looked annoyed as it came back to plop a fistful of dirt in front of him. When it started writing in it, he was almost at a loss for words. Almost.
"You can think?" Nobody told me they could think! Did heaven know about this? It seemed like something damn worth mentioning in his mission briefing!
Completely dumbfounded, he failed to register the message itself until a moment later, adding:
"Hey! I'm not-I don't-That's not-"
Okay, it hasn't been outwardly hostile. Maybe I can get out of this without a fight. Unless it's a trick.
"I don't believe that's a matter of your concern, machine. Now, I'll ask youâwhy haven't you attacked?"
[Something seems to be following Caliel, Hiding somewhere between the pillars in Limbo- Its footsteps could be heard in the distance for a while now, But only now the footsteps came closer. Their pace picking up more and more as it approached, Yet no one could be seen anywhere around him.]
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He feels a shiver run down his spine as he confirms his suspicions. It's definitely getting louder. Unnerved, he pauses to listen more closely.
The layer's long been picked clean of anything worth taking a second look at. Ash and charred debris, courtesy of the many streetcleaners that have passed through, litters the tiled floors, and collapsed facades offer inconspicuous cover for anything that might want to stay out of sight. Most demons and husks have been thoroughly dispatched by hungry machines, and, of their ilk, those dangerous enough to pose a threat have already made their way into the deeper layers of the living pit.
Nothing I can't handle, he thinks to himself.
Probably just some half-starved thing...
For a moment, the sound seems to stop. They stand fully still and look around one last time. Nothing in sight.
He relaxes a little. Maybe it backed off. Maybe it's just jitters doing him dirty. Still, he summons a spear just to be safe.
[It was so close. Finally, The moment to strike him down. After some moments of silence, Something jumps out between the pillars. Tackling Caliel and pinning him down to the ground.]
[Towering over Caliel was another power, Visibly injured, As it lacked its armor and only had bandages wrapped around its body. Despite this angel's condition, It pointed its own spear right against Caliel's helmet.]
"Beg for mercy. BEG FOR MERCY THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!"
"GAHâwhat the FUmMMHPHH-
he starts, immediately cut off by his helm being shoved directly into the tile.
So much for being prepared.
His spear, released in the scuffle, lies a hair's breadth frustratingly out of reach. He tilts his head just enough to relieve the pressure on his face and, with an unceremonious squawk, attempts to roll in its direction, hoping to either shove their attacker off or get close enough to grab it.
[They wouldn't let go so easily, Right after yelling that- It raised its spear, Preparing to strike down. But it doesn't take much for Marmalade to lose balance, Due to Caliel moving around-]
[Its aim went far off, Striking the spear onto the ground right beside Caliel's head before falling back. It couldn't use much to balance itself, With the bandages wrapped around it- And as it hit the ground, It became dizzy. Yet its feathers were still puffed out, Like it was trying to stay mad on purpose.]
As soon as he felt the weight on his back give, he seized the moment to flip over completely. Still on the ground, he grabbed Marmalade's spear with his left hand and used it to prop himself up, immediately settling into a defensive stance.
This is a holy light weapon.
Finally upright, he's now able to take a good look at his attacker. Sure enough, it's an angel. Another power, no less, although not one that he immediately recognized. They were in pretty bad shapeâmost of their armor was missing, leaving the bandages that covered their face and pinned their wings to their torso plainly visible. A large white scar on the right side of their forehead made him shudder and rang distant alarm bells in his head.
Should I know them?
In their current state, they'd probably be unrecognizable even to the most observant of heaven's civil registrars, but something told him he should.
Before they had a chance to recover, he brandished his spear and prepared to project his voice.
In one of Limboâs many courtyards, the faint sound of metal thumping against the grass could be heard from behind one of the walls. It didnât take long before a small yellow machine, similar to a v-model, appeared from behind the wall, freezing up on sight. They stepped back, immediatly going into a defense position with their left arm (made up of a singular, large blade) set in front of them. However, they did not initiate combat.
( @prototype-vx )
As he stumbles into the square, he realizes with quiet surprise that he's somehow managed to find one of the last corners of this quite literally godforsaken place that hasn't been completely ransacked by its transients.
Mostly intact pillars line the walls and walkways at regular intervals, punctuated by plastic flowerbeds and unlit sconces. From one of the plaza's corners, a miraculously functioning speaker plays artificial birdsong. Caliel takes a moment to listen, closing his eyes just long enough to completely miss the canary-yellow machine emerging from the wall opposite him.
When he comes to, they lock eyes. Caliel tenses.
"Spear," he calls, calmly.
V-X immediately jumped back, readying their weapon in front of themselves once again. They whirred, staring back at the powers angel that stared them down.
Of course. It had to be a power. Out of all of the beings they could run in to....
It was a pain, of course. The angels in Hell were like parasites to V-X. Creatures that didn't belong, leeching their way in through the crevices of Hell's beautiful visage and corrupting everything they could get their hands on. But this one had still yet to initiate combat, despite summoning his spear.
"What do you want."
Her sign was blunt, not leaving any room for pleasantries. Usually she would be much nicer to a stranger, however....angels did not deserve that sort of respect. She only hoped that he would understand sign.
Without breaking his stance, he watched the machine sign. Their movements looked calculated, but then again, wasn't it all? Just products of whatever pre-set commands rattled around in their heads, if you could even call them that.
It hadn't made any move to attack. Was it broken? There was something a little off about itâits right leg didn't seem to match the rest of its body, and in the place of its left arm was a very large blade. He snorted internally at that.
He lowers his spear slightly.
"Are you... okay?"
They use their wing to roughly mimic the motions they'd seen it make. Talking to a machine, right. Great.
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In one of Limboâs many courtyards, the faint sound of metal thumping against the grass could be heard from behind one of the walls. It didnât take long before a small yellow machine, similar to a v-model, appeared from behind the wall, freezing up on sight. They stepped back, immediatly going into a defense position with their left arm (made up of a singular, large blade) set in front of them. However, they did not initiate combat.
( @prototype-vx )
As he stumbles into the square, he realizes with quiet surprise that he's somehow managed to find one of the last corners of this quite literally godforsaken place that hasn't been completely ransacked by its transients.
Mostly intact pillars line the walls and walkways at regular intervals, punctuated by plastic flowerbeds and unlit sconces. From one of the plaza's corners, a miraculously functioning speaker plays artificial birdsong. Caliel takes a moment to listen, closing his eyes just long enough to completely miss the canary-yellow machine emerging from the wall opposite him.
When he comes to, they lock eyes. Caliel tenses.
"Spear," he calls, calmly.
