#fallenangelical

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Fallenangelical; a gender connected to the song “Fallen Angel” by King Crimson!

etymology; fallen, angel, ical

for anon!

      Megumi had found herself unable to sleep, tossing and turning upon the bed that had been assigned to her. She glanced over at the two who were sharing the room; they were fast asleep. Slowly removing her blankets, she carefully lifted herself off the bed, not wanting to wake the others. After letting out a small yawn, she was shocked by a sudden thump. A loud one, but not loud enough to wake her roommates up.

      Startled by the sudden noise, she quickly tiptoed towards the door, opening it. Was this a wise choice? Probably not. She was terrified of ghosts. Stepping out of the door she bumped into something. As she looked up and saw a girls figure, she fell backwards. Surely it’s a ghoul or ghost of some kind. Was this how she would die?

Welcome Emma Davenport!

We regret to inform you that you will be stripped of your powers and weapon. However, you will still retain your wings and flight ability! We will also give you your requested small knife.

You will also be given a keycard to Room 6 of Building Sigma. 

You’ll have to use your emma-gination to find a way out of here…

Do enjoy your stay~

"Some nights I wish that this song would end, 'cause I could use some friends for a change," It was funny how this so was so relevant to her life, yet Delilah did not doubt many people felt this way as well. With the inky black sky with scarcely any stars, this night turned out to be quite a bad night to have nightmares. The raven currently sat on the grassy land, green hues staring up at nothing while her mouth still carried on the halfhearted tune that had been stuck in her head since she heard the song.

"But I still wake up, I still see your ghost. Oh Lord, I'm still no sure what I stand for oh," Delilah wasn't really sure whether the lyrics she sung was correct, but the tune was still the same. Hurrah for her. It seemed strange, singing in the middle of the night in the middle of the grass, but frankly, she didn't really care anymore.

I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴏʙᴏᴛ

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴀʙʟᴇ, sᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴀʙʟᴇ

Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ

Fallenangelical

Aria leaned over her balcony way up high. The people looked so tiny....Actually they weren't but they seemed small to her. IA was so happy to be a bit high up off the ground and clasped her hands together. She liked looking down at the other people below.

"... Huh. So you're this 'Emma' I've heard so much about."

With a sneer, Kamen regarded the other female with critical eyes, arms folded across her chest. Here was another one of Dian's idiots; another one she'd have to block out. Well, that was fine. She didn't want friends anyway. The only reason she was angry was because it was a pain in the ass keeping track of every stupid friend of that idiot's. It made planning so much more difficult, when too many volatile factors were involved.