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Gage stopped walking, noticing there was no way he could get any closer to the man. Fuck, these creatures were so damn difficult! Sometimes he doubted the lifetimes of experience they had on them because this behavior was incredibly childish. “I can’t exactly leave you alone, mate,” Gage murmured hands up to show he meant no harm. This creature, on the other hand, was the dangerous one and like it or not, he’d have to do something about it. He only feared for what the man’s reaction would be if he called one of his peers; would he attack him? Gage needed to be back for dinner or Helen would worry. “She’s what? One of your people? I know, don’t worry and I trust her to take care of you. She’s kind enough.” It was true that he trusted Maeve but she was the most reasonable angel of them all.

  Rhys wasn't in the business of explaining blue blood affairs with mortals, whether they were affiliated with the fallen or not. However - he knew that control needed to be maintained right then, even more so as his veins screamed for sustenance. This lack of control - this was a new kind of pain - a new add on to the life he had been born into and in truth - Rys was not sure how to handle it besides to hide his secret and now that it was out ... ell that only left a liability. Though Asmodeus was indeed the Fallen Angel of Evil - he never desired people harm and quickly forced down the urge one more time, hoping for more succession than the last."I don't want to hurt anyone." he growled, backing off again, "I'm not with them ... I'm not one of them."

"I’m glad someone shares the view. Very seldom seem to these days." Victoire’s eyes scanned him for a moment. She had a very good memory for the angels in each cycle — perhaps there was a certain blue blood she could blame for that habit. It was a moment or so later she’d realized who was sitting beside her. Perhaps she’d had a lot to drink after all. "You know Rhys, I don’t think we’ve ever truly sat down and had a drink together." She mumbled as she picked her up glass, mostly filled with just ice at this point.

"Hell - you know what I have to say to that?" he questioned, taking another swig of his drink,bringing it near to the bottom of the glass. "I say it's their loss - and more for us." Most nights, Rhys was a man of the shadows - hiding, avoiding the blue bloods like the very plague he witnessed himself long ago, but today was mere coincidence, but every now and again - the fallen recalled the days where he actually was a part of the Clave - an as pathetic as it were those years ago all he had ever wanted was to belong, and while that wasn't the case now - the shred of such feeling still remained. "You're right, Victoire - why do you think that is?"

Physically, maybe, although it does seem to be having an effect on my health lately …

"Your health .. hm? And how is that, exactly?"

Cas could feel the wrath pouring off the man before him and it fed some sick need within him.  It was insane to piss off an angel but no on ever accused Caspian of being sane, except Maeve and she didn’t know better. Shots had been fired and Caspian was feeling on top of the world with the thrill of it. “Shame.” He said simply, stepping aside for the guy to pass.

Rhys couldn't tell if it was just prideful arrogance or pure stupidity happening before his very eyes. Starting a fight right after a set wasn't in the other's best interests - though the fallen simply shrugged it off instead, biting down on any of his other bottled up aggression so he could instead focus on clearing the stage. "Are you even supposed to be back here?" he questioned instead - his gaze casting towards the door.

I can’t believe school is starting again. Someone please save me from this horror.

"I'm sure you will survive ... "

Headcanon meme~

"Too happy for you?" she inquired with a quirk of her eyebrow as her crystal blues scanned his outfit. "You’re really living up to the whole Angel of Evil thing. When God made you did he make a list of prerequisites or did you make those after? Like… right on the line between ‘You are the Angel of Evil’ and ‘sign here if you agree’, that’s where the stipulation ‘I vow to wear all black and be a broody musician for life’ is?" she asked sarcastically, nodding to his dark attire.

"Hm - " His eyes cast to the side, acknowledging the blonde's words with a roll of his eyes. He had been happy, once. A long time ago - so long the idea seemed to be a distant memory that didn't belong to him at all, "No - but wouldn't you think that after playing the same damn song all day long would make anyone just a little .... bitter?" Brow perking in lack of amusement Rhys nodded his head in swift sarcasm, "Why yes - how did you know? Did you sign one also alongside of the prerequisite that you bore everyone to death with your bland jokes?"  His head canted to the side, hand outstretched as though holding out a piece of paper that she had 'signed'.

"Right." The confirmation slipped through Ellie’s lips with ease, even as she continued in her distrust and suspicion of the man in front of her. If only she knew his name, almost being certain that he was a blue blood. In five thousand years, she had learnt that coincidences did not exist. "Forgive me," she began, taking the plunge, "But have we met before? You seem familiar, that’s all."

Caught was an understatement. Not that he had expected the glorified Gabrielle to be a fool, but to say he was relieved that she didn't immediately recognize him was also comforting. After all - not all knew his face within this cycle, though they all knew the fallen Angel of Evil had turned his back on the Clave and all that went wit it."Oh, I'm sure we have." he murmured, debating on if he should give the woman an inch, "I'm .. often on stage somewhere." By then, the scarf was shoved in his sweat shirt pocket, his gaze back on the blue blood before him. 

Kinsie looked up, not expecting to have been interrupted so soon in her shift. The dark haired girl bit back a sarcastic comment. “Oh, I can handle another last year,” she said with a little bit of sarcasm. “What I cannot handle is another year of people staring at me like I’m trash.”

"Well - why do people do that?" he questioned, taking another step further into the building. He too - however, understood such a look from others. Once he had abandoned the Clave... well, needless to say many of the other Blue bloods were willing to turn their backs on him, or in other cases suddenly decide to take him under their wing.

If the world was right, I’d be having mid-afternoon sex and a glass of red. Instead, I’m heading into work because a file has gone missing…brilliant.

"Next time - you should keep a better look on your files, maybe."

"Don’t let me keep you then." Something about this man irked her, maybe it was the identity she couldn’t figure out, or the fact that the scarf he was holding was a pattern of butterflies - pink and purple, she seriously doubted that this man would choose that as his attire, but hey, who was she to judge? "With the butterflies?" Ellie’s lip curled slightly. "Interesting choice." If he was a blue blood as she was, why was he remaining so mysterious? 

  He wondered how long it would take this woman to figure out who he was... what he was, and how readily he had turned his back on the Clave. However, that concern was overshadowed by another - worse off one, her attention set to the scarf in his hand, which clearly wasn't his. "Uh -- " he glanced down at it again, lip pulled between his teeth in thought before quickly coming up with a response, "Yeah well - we can't pick and choose - right?"

"Here’s to the new year," Kinsie muttered, walking into work on the second day of the new year.

" -- Right, a new year. Could be worse, you know... could be last year all over again." He was in the Repository to find any records...anything to tell him what was happening in his head, any kind of answers.